“Mom,” he sighed, “the business is tight right now. I don’t have cash at the moment. Go home for now, and I’ll think of something.”
Her eyes filled with tears, but she forced a smile. “Just a little, hijo. Enough to start the treatment.”
“Here,” he said softly. “Take this for now. I’ll send you money soon.”
Then, as the sky opened and rain began to fall, he ushered her toward the gate.
“Go home quickly, Mom. You’ll get soaked.”
Dolores clutched the noodles against her chest as the gate closed behind her with a metallic click. The rain mixed with her tears as she whispered, “He must really be struggling. At least he gave me something.”
The Secret Inside the Noodles
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