YEARS OF DISTANCE

Marco finished first. Paolo followed soon after.

But becoming a commercial pilot required flight hours, certifications, endless training.

The opportunity finally came — overseas.

At the airport in Mexico City, they hugged their mother tightly.

“We’ll come back,” Marco promised.

“When we make it, you’ll be the first person on our plane,” Paolo added.

Teresa smiled through tears.

“Don’t worry about me. Just take care of yourselves.”

And then the waiting began.

Twenty years.

Twenty years of phone calls that sometimes cut out mid-sentence. Voice notes she replayed again and again. Video calls she learned to use with a neighbor’s help.

Twenty birthdays spent alone.

Every time she heard a plane overhead, she would step outside and look up.

“Maybe that’s one of my boys,” she would whisper.

Her hair turned fully white. Her steps slowed. But hope never left her.