“I understand you want to help your sister, I really do.” But this money wasn’t just savings. It was a gift. A farewell. An attempt to mend something that had always hurt her.
I felt a lump in my throat. I never imagined the conversation would come to this. And yet, the worst was yet to come. Because Lucía wasn’t finished.
My hands went cold. The air grew heavy.
“Something that will change what you think about these last few months.”
Lucía took a deep breath and stood up from the table. She walked to the bedroom and returned with a sealed envelope. She placed it in front of me.
“Your mother gave me this envelope too. She asked me to give it to you when I felt the time was right. And… I think now is.”
My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside was a letter written in her soft, unmistakable handwriting. I began to read, and each sentence was a direct stab to the soul.
“Son, I know you always tried to be strong and carry everything. But life isn’t meant to be lived alone. Don’t repeat my mistakes. When your son is born, stay close to him. Don’t sacrifice what’s essential to help everyone. Take care of your immediate family first. You can help others later.”Continue reading…
