-Thank you.
Generated image
He hung up.
Sofia kept looking at him.
“Okay,” he finally said. “Your mom is okay.”
The girl exhaled a sigh so deep that it seemed as if she had been holding her breath since entering the building.
“I knew it would be okay,” she murmured, though her hands were trembling.
The elevator doors opened on the 27th floor.
—
In the spacious office with glass walls, Sofia sat in a chair that was far too big for her. Her feet didn’t touch the floor.
Javier placed the folder on the desk and reread the letter more carefully.
“Mr. Ortega:
If this letter reaches you, it means something prevented me from attending. It’s not a lack of commitment. Quite the opposite. I’ve spent five years looking for a stable opportunity to support my daughter after becoming a widow. Today, despite any obstacles, I still believe that hard work and honesty speak for themselves. Thank you for your time.
The handwriting, though shaky, was dignified.
—Sofia—Javier said gently—, did you know your mom was going to write this?
She denied it.
—I heard her crying last night. I thought it was because of nerves. I didn’t know about the accident until this morning.
—And you decided to come alone?
Sofia nodded.
—Mom says opportunities don’t wait. And that when you really want something, you have to go for it even if you’re scared.
The phrase struck a chord inside Javier.
She remembered her own mother working double shifts in a factory to pay for her college. She remembered the times she saw her come home with cracked hands, but smiling.
He looked again at the girl in front of him.
“Taking a bus alone is no small feat,” she said. “Weren’t you scared?”
“Yes,” Sofia replied without hesitation. “But I was more afraid that my mom would miss this opportunity.”
There was a long silence.
On the ground floor, the receptionist had already notified the human resources department. The news was quietly spreading throughout the building.
“A girl came to an interview instead of her mother.”
Leave a Comment