Teresa brought her hands to her face.
—Is that you?… Really?
He hugged them as if no time had passed.
The neighbors began to come out of their houses when they heard the crying.
—We’re home now, Mom —Paolo said.
And this time, it wasn’t a promise.
THE FLIGHT OF THE PROMISE
The next day they took her to the Benito Juárez International Airport.
Teresa walked slowly, looking at everything in amazement.
« Am I really going up? » she asked nervously.
—You’re not just going up —Marco replied—. Today you’re our guest of honor.
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