When he finished, he ran toward us.
— I saw you! You were together!
Lucía and I looked at each other again.
This time the smile was different.
Warmer.
More human.
As we left the school, Lucía spoke softly.
— Daniel… if you’ve really changed… we can try to be good parents together. For Mateo.
I nodded.
— I don’t know if you will ever forgive me — I said — but I will spend the rest of my life trying to become a better person.
Lucía didn’t answer immediately.
She just watched our son walking ahead of us, jumping along the sidewalk.
Then she said quietly:
— Time will tell.
I didn’t recover the money.
I didn’t recover the comfortable life I had before.
But that day I understood something far more important:
Money can disappear.
Pride can destroy families.
But if love still exists… there is always a chance to start again.
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