The journey felt longer than usual.
When I arrived, I found her sitting in the patio, peeling nopales for lunch.
— Mom — I said — I came for the money I gave you to keep.
She slowly raised her eyes.
— What money?
I thought she was joking.
— The money I’ve been sending you all these years. My savings. Nearly five million.
My mother remained silent for a few seconds.
Then she sighed.
— Son… that money is gone.
My heart nearly stopped.
— What do you mean it’s gone?
