The landscape was green, full of mountains and a lake.
They stopped in front of a beautiful house overlooking the water.
—Mom —Marco said, handing her some keys—, this is your house.
« You don’t have to work anymore, » Paolo added. « Now it’s our turn to take care of you. »
Teresa fell to her knees, crying.
—It was all worth it… every tamale sold, every sleepless night… everything.
He entered the house and touched the walls in disbelief.
He remembered the tin roof. The rented room. The rainy nights.
And he understood something profound:
He was never poor.
Because she was always rich in love.
A MOTHER’S SUNSET
That afternoon, the three of them sat down to watch the sunset over the lake.
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