That very afternoon, they went together to the clinic.
The journey felt endless. Elena clutched a rosary in her fingers. She feared it was all a cruel dream. She feared Sofía wouldn’t recognize her. She feared Sofía wouldn’t want to see her.
When they entered, a young woman with dark, braided hair looked up from the counter. Her eyes lit up when she saw Daniel.
—“What are you doing here?” she asked with a smile.
Then she looked at Elena.
Time stopped.
Elena said nothing. She couldn’t. She took a single step forward. Sofía studied her intently, as if something ancient awakened inside her. She saw the trembling hands, the tear-filled eyes, the face marked by years.
—“Mom?” she said, almost without realizing it.
Elena pressed a hand to her chest and fell to her knees.
No tests, papers, or long explanations were needed. They embraced as if the body remembered what the mind had forgotten. They cried together, laughed together, trembled together.
