With the weight of the moment pressing down on me, I decided to steer the conversation back to the reason for my visit. « I wanted to personally invite you to our anniversary dinner, » I said, handing her the envelope. « It’s a small gathering, just close friends and family. »
Maria accepted the envelope with a smile, her eyes lighting up with genuine pleasure. « Thank you, sir. I’d be honored to attend, » she replied warmly.
Despite her graciousness, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was missing a crucial piece of the puzzle. Why did she have so many pictures of my family? And why did she cherish them so deeply?
As I pondered these questions, Maria began talking about her own family, sharing anecdotes about her children and their achievements. Her stories were engaging, and I found myself listening intently, though my mind occasionally drifted back to the photos on the wall.
« I have a daughter your age, » she said at one point, her voice tinged with both pride and a hint of longing. « She lives in Chicago now, working as a nurse. »
« That’s wonderful, » I replied, genuinely impressed. « You must be very proud. »
Maria nodded, her eyes softening with affection. « I am. Family is everything, isn’t it? »
Her words struck a chord with me, and I wondered if this was her way of reminding me of my own values. Perhaps the photos were not just a collection but a testament to what she held dear.
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