Two years passed.

And life… changed in a way I never would have imagined that day.

I used that money carefully.

First I rented a small apartment.

Then I started working on something I always knew how to do well: cooking.

I started selling homemade food online.

Simple dishes.
Real food.
Food that tasted like home.

Little by little, orders began to increase.

Customers arrived.
Then recommendations.
Then a small rented kitchen.
Then employees.

And two years later…

I was standing in front of a newly installed glass door.

Above it was a new sign.

“Flavors of Mary”.

My own restaurant.

I ran my fingers over the name.

It still seemed unreal.

At that moment, I heard a car stop.

I looked out of reflex.

An older man slowly got off the train.

I recognized him immediately.

Don Ernesto.

He looked older.

But his eyes were the same.

Relax.

He slowly approached the door.

—So… you did it —he said with a slight smile.

I felt a lump in my throat.

—I did it.

He looked at the restaurant for a few seconds.

—I knew you would.

—How did you find me?

He shrugged.

—Someone who cooks so well ends up becoming famous.

We were silent for a moment.

Then I asked in a low voice:

—Do they know?

He shook his head.

-No.

And then he added:

—And they don’t need to know.

I opened the door.

-Happens.

He entered slowly.