“Now you know how I felt,” I replied.
Then I told him the only thing that mattered:
“If one day you repay everything… rebuild your life… and truly learn what respect means—
then maybe… we can try again.”
Years have passed.
I live quietly now.
Every month, a transfer arrives from him.
Same amount. Always on time.
No excuses. No words.
Just proof.
That he is learning.
Quizá algún día le perdone.
Quizá no.
Pero hay algo seguro:
La mayor lección que le di...
No fue por dinero.
Fue por ausencia.
