Eight Years Later, a Mother’s Search for Answers

With Daniel’s words filling her ears, Elena’s emotions surged. The wait, the heartache, the quiet nights of imagining her daughter’s life — all of it led to this moment. She nodded, her voice breaking, as Daniel offered to take her to see Sofía.

The clinic where Sofía worked was small but filled with the hum of life and movement. Elena stepped inside, scanning the room, and then she saw her: a young woman with the same sparkling eyes and neatly braided hair she had tied every morning eight years ago. Sofía looked up, and recognition sparked instantly, transcending words, as if memory itself had stretched across time to reunite them. They approached each other slowly, and when they finally embraced, tears of joy replaced a lifetime of sorrow. Elena held her daughter tightly, feeling the small but familiar frame she had missed for years, and Sofía clung back, whispering her mother’s name.

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