I traveled with my younger siblings, Mel and Gui. The three of us left the airport, suitcases in hand and smiles on our faces. We were convinced that Mom would be surprised, stronger, calmer, maybe even happier. We laughed, without the slightest doubt.
I will never forget the heat of that day. It was as if the sky wanted to remind me how long I had been away. Three years, five years, thousands of video calls and thousands of dollars sent, and yet I thought it was enough to say that I had been a good son.
