Christine
Parker.
Jorge
The sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. Rosa sat by the window, a radiant smile gracing her face as she delicately knitted a tiny blue sweater for our soon-to-be grandson, Luis. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation and joy, mirroring the excitement that filled my heart. Christine, our beloved daughter, was in Mexico with her mate, preparing for the arrival of their pup. It was a time of celebration, a time of new beginnings.
As I watched Rosa, my mind wandered back to the days when we were young and life was a whirlwind of challenges and triumphs. A particular memory surfaced, vivid and clear, transporting me back to a time when our lives were irrevocably changed by the kindness of strangers and the strength of
