She sold everything so she could graduate her children — twenty years later, they arrived dressed in pilot uniforms and took her to a place she never imagined.

The opportunity came… but it was far away.

Both got jobs abroad to accumulate flight hours.

Before departing from Mexico City airport, they hugged their mother.

—Mom, we’re going back —Marco said.

« When we achieve our dream, you’ll be the first one to board our plane, » Paolo promised.

Teresa hugged them tightly.

—Don’t worry about me. Just take care of yourselves.

And the wait began.

Twenty years.

Twenty years of sporadic calls, voice messages, and video calls that she learned to use with the help of a neighbor.

Twenty years of birthday celebrated alone.

Every time I heard a plane cross the sky, I would go outside and look up.

« Maybe that’s where my son is going… » she whispered.

Her hair turned completely white. Her steps slowed. But her hope never died.