He knew that caring for someone paralyzed is a long and lonely road—not everyone has the strength to walk it with you.
Life became routine, slow, and painful—until that day came.
Esteban He was on his way to a repair when he suddenly remembered he had left his wallet at home.
Inside were important documents, cash, and a receipt he needed to deliver. He turned around, thinking he’d only go in for a moment.
But when he opened the door… he froze.
The evening light streamed through the small window, illuminating the scene… and with it, destroying his entire world.
On the bed where Sofia had lain for five years—there were two people. Not just Sofia, but also a man, sitting right next to her. Tall, wearing a white shirt and beige pants. His face seemed vaguely familiar. He instantly recognized the physical therapist she hired once a week to assist her.
But what shocked him most wasn’t him… it was her.
Sofia was sitting. Upright. Unaided.
And her hands… were intertwined with the physical therapist’s, trembling, as if holding something fragile… and intense.
“Sofia…” Esteban murmured, his legs shaking. His voice was Barely a whisper. Her body, limp.
They both turned around. Sofía’s eyes widened, her face pale. The man quickly withdrew his hands and stood up like a child caught stealing candy.
Esteban didn’t scream. He didn’t swear. He didn’t hit anyone. He just stood there, his eyes filled with a thousand emotions.
“How long… how long have you been able to walk?”
Sofía lowered her gaze. After a few seconds of silence, she answered in a whisper:
