Lorena threw herself into Rosa's arms. "Dad says we can have carrot cake before dinner today." Roberto approached, smiling, looking more relaxed, less wealthy, but much happier. "Whatever Boss Rosa says, we do," he said, winking.
Rosa looked at this unlikely family: a redeemed father, a surviving daughter, a young mother who had found a new purpose, and herself, who had found her place. "Then, it's carrot cake," Rosa declared.
And for the first time in a long time, in that house, no one had to eat alone, no one was afraid, and the pain was, finally, just a distant memory covered by the love that Rosa had had the courage to sow.
