"I feel like I finally understand how family love is. Tangled, wounded and wonderful. Happy and sad. Painful yet full of love. Imperfect but perfect. "-then she tripped over the root by that tree and sprained her wrist. She was a clumsy girl, my Genevieve."The family of three was seated around Emilia's dining table, enjoying their Saturday dinner. The beautiful sunset was seen in the horizon, adding beautiful light glimmers every now and then.Emily was telling past stories about Genevieve to Alvaro. It was an embarrassing story on how Genevieve always fell down and hurt herself. It was the joy of childhood.Genevieve laughed and stared at her Mama longingly. Emilia didn't look so tired now, much better than how her paleness earlier the day.Alvaro and Genevieve decided not to tell her mother that she heard everything, and that she also noticed that her Mama looked more tired than ever. How she was

"I could give you everything in the world if I could. But for now, I give you everything I could offer. I offer you my heart and soul, and all my love for you." Alvaro sat in his office stiffly. Leaned back, with a glass of whiskey in hand. In front of him, flashed on a laptop's monitor, was news articles about him.His face was plastered everywhere. The local news, newspapers, magazines, everywhere. It was from when he and Genevieve had dinner in that restaurant.People knew who he was. He was quite popular. The bachelor who built his own empire from scratch. The man who was the fantasy of every woman, but not one lucky enough to get close to him.

"And you have always been the only one I wanted,and I wanted you to know without you I can't face it.Let them say what they want,I still feel it every time.It's just something that you do.It's everything about you."Genevieve was seated upon Alvaro's lap while he was teaching her a bit of his work. He was explaining to her a recent deal with a client regarding some properties and how much they will make with it.Both his hands were wrapped around her waist, while Genevieve's arms were wrapped by his shoulders. They were so close to each other and not one was planning on letting go.It was lunchtime and they both need to decide what to eat soon."Marco's handling the business in Asia. That's why he's not here." Alvaro answered to her question. She as

"It's like an acid inside you. It slowly eats the good and the positive, replacing it with negativity and infects everything. It's a sickening feeling. Hate it." "Love, wake up."Genevieve awoke to a hand shaking her shoulder lightly. Slowly opening her eyes, she rubbed her drowsy eyes and looked over at the person who woke her up from her slumber.It was Alvaro. And it looks like they reached their destination. She hummed while one of her hands was still by her eye, nodding that she was awake and ready. Looking out the van, she saw plenty of people outside the parking space by a sign that said, "Dominguez Hotels".

"I can't promise to fix all your problems, but I promise you won't face them alone. No matter how hard it gets, no matter how much we argue, I will never leave you. I love you too much." It all felt like an impossible dream. Here she was, by the window seat of a private plane, with her husband by her side, on the way to Spain. Spain.Her Mama's hometown. Her husband’s childhood home. The place of her dreams.Genevieve already secretly pinched herself earlier, well not really secretly since Alvaro saw her and chuckled, so she knew it wasn't a dream.