The next memory is not happier, but it seemed more clear, as the little kid is not little anymore.
"Mom, you should drink this. It will make you feel better." Tomas says as he looks down at his mother lying in bed, pale as a ghost. A shadow of the glamorous woman she used to be. Her hand shakes as she takes the small bowl of warm soup.
"How is she feeling?" His father asks. He looks so different. His eyes are shot red, his hair is all white and he seems so much older. It must have passed no more than ten years, but they look like fifty were taken from their lives.
"Not that good." Tomas answers. "Did you find out?"
"Yes." His father asks. "She will come next week. I hope your mother can make it."
"But what if she doesn't want to help us, father?" Tomas asks, with his voice shaken by t
