Her hair was completely white and the wrinkles reflected the passage of years, but she was still herself.
When he saw me, he put a hand to his mouth.
Her eyes began to fill with tears.
—Laura…? —he whispered almost voicelessly.
I nodded slowly.
For a few seconds neither of them was able to move.
Finally, my mother took a step towards me.
I thought he would hug me.
But he remained motionless.
As if he didn’t know if he had the right to do it.
At that moment my father appeared.
He remained a serious man, although much older.
Her expression changed completely when she recognized me.
He said absolutely nothing.
He just stood there watching me.
The silence was awkward.
It was the young woman who ended up breaking it.
—Grandma… who is she?
My mother took a deep breath.
—She is… someone very important to our family.
