ONE YEAR LATER: THE “GOLD RICE” RETURNS
A year later, the mansion wasn’t a tomb anymore. It was loud. Messy. Alive. The boys ran through the garden, stronger, laughing freely—no fear in their bodies.
Elena brought out a steaming bowl of bright yellow rice and the boys shouted together:
“Gold rice!”
Alejandro kissed Elena’s cheek and asked softly, “Why rice today?”
Elena smiled: “They asked for it. So they never forget.”
At the table, Alejandro raised his glass:
“To Elena… who taught me that real gold isn’t in the bank.”
The family ate, laughed, and the mansion finally became what money could never buy on its own:
a home.
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