“The director doesn’t let just anyone in,” Lupita hesitated.
“Don’t worry,” Alejandro said, pulling out his phone. “If our children are alive, we’ll find them tonight.”
Lupita smiled. “They always say their dad will find them.
Mateo keeps saying, ‘My dad is strong. He never gives up.’”
An hour later, Alejandro’s car arrived at the modest shelter. Lupita pointed to the door.
Alejandro knocked. A woman opened it:
“Good evening. How can I help you?” Before she could answer, two small voices called out: “Santi… come here.” “Mateo, wait!”
Valeria screamed.
Two boys appeared, their eyes wide, bracelets gleaming blue and green. “DADDY!” they shouted, running into Alejandro’s arms.
Valeria collapsed to her knees, crying. Alejandro held the twins tightly, realizing no amount of money could ever replace this.
That night, he vowed that Lupita—the girl who had saved his children—would never sleep on the streets again.
She, too, would have a family.
