“If you don’t have a mother, then your father will be your mother too.”
He said it without drama.
But some promises are not made to be admired. Some are made because there is nobody else left in the room.
From that day on, your understanding of Don Rafael becomes simple. He worked. He worried. He sacrificed. He repeated.
He built tables for neighbors who haggled over every peso. He repaired warped doors in homes larger than his own. He spent long afternoons bent over splintered wood beneath the metallic heat of his workshop roof. And when the sun went down and most men in town were headed for beer, cards, gossip, or sleep, he sat under a weak bulb carving little birds, saints, toy horses, and painted boxes he could sell at the weekend market.
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