I already sold the land. You have three days to leave. Doña Consuelo pressed the phone to her ear. Her lifeless eyes hadn’t cried in years, but her hands trembled. Mauricio, son, what are you talking about? The land isn’t yours anymore. You signed a power of attorney years ago. It’s done. But this is my house. I raised you here. I washed clothes here to pay for you. That’s all in the past, Mom. It’s over. I have my own life now. I can’t keep carrying this burden. Carrying this burden. The new owners arrive on Friday.
I already sold the land. You have three days to leave. Doña Consuelo pressed the phone to her ear. Her lifeless eyes hadn’t cried in years, but her hands trembled. Mauricio, son, what are you talking about? The land isn’t yours anymore. You signed a power of attorney years ago. It’s done. But this is…
