Epilogue 3

“And so, they had an eternity to live this love...”

was in the backyard of her house, surrounded by countless children, while Javir had gone fishing. It would be the last time he would be on earth. They were no longer the same, their bodies were different. She had matured, not having the youthful body that Gizell kept for her. It was a radiant sunny morning and Kataleya told her story, in an abstract and true way and she said it was true, no one would believe it.

And then, what happened? — asked one of the children excitedly.

— I'll continue tomorrow, if you behave properly! — Kataleya

Children had a habit of going home and stealing mangoes from the tree. Kataleya could have punished them, but her compassion was greater, perhaps because she never had children, so deep down she wanted to have them around. As a way of educating them, she said she would tell them a story in exchange for them not stealing her mangoes anymore.

“Come back tomorrow”

“Si, Aunt Gizell” they said goodbye,