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 steam from the atole fogged his glasses. The heat from the griddle burned his hands. But he never complained.

« Oaxacan tamales! Nice and hot! » she shouted sweetly among the market stalls.

Sometimes she came home with swollen feet. Sometimes without having eaten a thing. But she always brought something for her children to eat before going to school.

At night, when the electricity went out due to non-payment, Marco and Paolo did their homework by candlelight.

One of those nights, Marco spoke.