And although each one built his own life, they never stopped calling Richard **Dad.
Every Christmas.
Every birthday.
Every important moment.
There was always a call.
Always a visit.
Always a letter.
But that spring day of **2026** seemed to be a normal day.
Ricardo didn’t expect anything special.
Until he heard a sound outside.
Lots of engines.
He slowly stood up and looked out the window.
A car.
Then another.
And another one.