Inside the pillow, carefully sewn into the lining, I found bundles of old, worn banknotes and a small handkerchief embroidered with my name. Overwhelmed, I let the tears flow freely. I had never expected anything in return for caring for Tatay Ramón. Yet here was a tangible testament to his gratitude and love.
The Handwritten Note
As I untied the knots of the handkerchief, I discovered a fragile, yellowed note. The ink was slightly smudged but legible. It read:
In that moment, I understood that Tatay Ramón had been secretly saving whatever he could. The money wasn’t much, but it didn’t matter. The thought and love behind it were priceless. It was a legacy of gratitude that would stay in my heart forever.
