THE FLIGHT

The next morning, they took her to Benito Juárez International Airport.

Teresa walked slowly, eyes wide, absorbing everything.

“Am I really getting on a plane?” she asked nervously.

“You’re not just getting on,” Marco said. “You’re our guest of honor.”

Once everyone was seated, Marco’s voice filled the cabin through the intercom.

“Ladies and gentlemen, today we have someone very special on board. The woman who sold everything so her sons could study aviation. Our mother.”

Silence settled over the plane.

Paolo continued, his voice unsteady.

“The bravest woman we know isn’t famous. She isn’t wealthy. She’s a mother who believed in us when we had nothing.”