A structure gave way at the site where her husband was working. There was no proper compensation. No swift justice. Just paperwork, condolences, and a silence that felt heavier than concrete.
From that day forward, Teresa became both mother and father.
There were no savings. No business. Only the small house and a narrow piece of land inherited from her husband’s family.
Every sunrise reminded her of what she had lost.
But it also reminded her of what remained.
Marco and Paolo.
If there was one thing that never faded in that house, it was their dreams.
THE MOTHER WHO LET GO OF EVERYTHING
