Some shouted that it was a lie, others that it was witchcraft, but the pregnancy was real. Raquel was cared for by the best doctors. Every day Raúl was by her side. He spoke to the babies through her belly, massaged her feet, cooked, and cared for her. “I told you I would love you until the end,” he said. She smiled, tired but happy. “I love you, Raúl. Thank you for giving me back my life.” Months later, Raquel gave birth to three beautiful children, two boys and a girl.
They all cried tears of joy. They named them Mousa, Aminata, and Abdoue. In the room, she took Raúl’s hand and whispered, “Now no one can say we don’t have a future.” He hugged his children and then whispered to her, “You are my miracle, and they are our light. You see, love knows no age. It’s not wrinkles, money, or the past. What matters is sincerity. Love doesn’t understand years, money, or other people’s expectations.”
