Saturday morning dawned clear and golden, as if the sky knew it was a special day. I sat on the cabin porch with a cup of tea in my hands, watching the commotion below, feeling the soft breeze on my face.Five years. Five years since my life changed forever.And there they were—the living proof of that change. Rosa and Luna ran through the garden, their tiny cowboy boots kicking up dust, their flowery dresses flying behind them like wings. At five years old, they were already two little imps, each with their own marked personality: Rosa, the oldest, talkative and stubborn just like her father; Luna, quieter, more observant, with a smile that lit up the world."MOMMY!" Rosa shouted from the grass. "DADDY IS GOING TO DO A SURPRISE!""Surprise?" I raised an eyebrow.Marco appeared at the cabin door, a shovel in his hand and a mysterious smile on his face. He had aged well—his hair now with a few gray strands at the temples, the same strong hands that held me on the road so many years ago.
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