Elena Fernández trembled, looking around as if she were short of breath. His heart beat in his chest, his voice broke.

“It was my son!” It was Javier! — he repeated incessantly.

Andrés tried to calm her down, carefully placing a hand on her shoulder.

— Elena… you know that Javier is no longer there.

“No! she cried out in despair. — I saw him on stage, it wasn’t a dream. A mother is not wrong!

The doctor, who had been called in an emergency, shrugged, not knowing what to do. At that moment the young educator of the orphanage appeared running.

– Mrs. Elena, that boy… the one who sang, is looking for it. He says someone called him by name.

Elena got up suddenly, forgetting the dizziness, and ran to the backstage where the children were waiting for their turn.

And there he saw it. The boy was still holding the microphone, his eyes downcast. The resemblance to Javier was shocking: the same rebellious brown hair, the same large, intense eyes, shining under the lights. Only his body was thinner, his expression more fragile.

“How… what’s your name? Elena asked in a trembling voice.

The boy raised his head.

– My name is Mateo.

Elena felt a leap in her heart.

— Matthew… Tell me, where do you come from?

The teenager looked down.

– I don’t know well… Since I was a child I have been taken from one center to another. Oh my God… He left me when I was a baby. I know nothing about my father.

Elena’s knees faltered, and Andrew had to hold her up so that she would not fall. But she could only think of that face, so painfully familiar.

“Would you like to come to my house tomorrow, Matthew?” For a cup of tea… and talk a little.

The boy’s eyes flashed with surprise.

– If the principal gives me permission… of course.

The next day Mateo appeared, accompanied by the educator. Upon entering Elena’s apartment, he froze staring at the walls full of photographs. He approached one in particular.

“This… is he my brother?” — she whispered, pointing to Javier’s photo, whose face was almost identical to hers.

Tears ran down Elena’s cheeks. He did not know what to answer. He only stroked her hair and said:

– I don’t know, Mateo… But something inside me tells me that fate has not brought us together by chance.

Andrés, in silence, contemplated them. Then he spoke in a calm voice:

– Elena, perhaps life took away from you the one you loved the most… But now it offers you another chance. Mateo, with a shy but hopeful gesture, came over and hugged her.

“Can I call you… mum?

Elena pressed it to her chest. I felt my heart, dull for so long, beating again. His eyes shone again, not with sadness, but with renewed excitement.

At that moment he understood: miracles do not always mean recovering the past. Sometimes a miracle is finding the strength to love again.