Daniel nodded.
“She is. She’s strong.”
A Reunion Years in the Making
That same afternoon, Daniel took Elena to the small community clinic where Sofía worked. The drive felt endless. Elena clutched her rosary, torn between hope and fear. What if Sofía didn’t recognize her? What if she didn’t want to?
Inside the clinic, a young woman with braided hair looked up from the counter and smiled at Daniel.
Then she saw Elena.
Something ancient stirred.
Elena took one step forward. Sofía studied her face, the trembling hands, the eyes filled with years of longing.
“Mom?” Sofía said quietly, as if the word had been waiting all this time.
Elena sank to her knees.
They embraced without hesitation. No explanations were needed. Their bodies remembered what time had tried to erase. They cried. They laughed. They held on as if afraid to let go.
For hours, they talked. About life. About loss. About love. Sofía showed Elena a worn cloth doll she had found years earlier and kept close, never knowing why it mattered so much.
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