When morning dawned, Tamara was already awake and began to implement her plan. First she called the director of Movistar.
-Good afternoon. I'm Tamara Luz Ronchese, could I speak to the director? All good. I wait.
She waited for the secretary to transfer the call.
-Good afternoon. Yes, and you? How good. I need your help.
She explained what she wanted to do and the director said she would help with whatever was available. Then she picked up the guitar and started rehearsing a song. Her cell phone rang and she answered quickly, thinking it was Irene.
-Hello.
-Hello, Tamara. All good?
-Well, Maria. And you?
-I'm fine. I called you because Irene asked me. She wants you to talk to Alex. He woke up looking for you today and even had a fever. Now he is better, but he is very quiet.
-My poor son. Let me speak to him, Maria, please.
-Yes. I'll pass it on to him. - She went to see Alex and gave him the mobile. - Your mom wants to talk to you.
-Mother? Miss you.
-Hello son. Mom misses you too.
-Are you coming back, mom?
-Not yet, dear. - Tamara said in a muffled voice - Mom still has a few days.
-I want to hug you, mom. - Alex said, crying.
-Don't cry, son. Mom also wants to hug you. I can't leave now. I'm still working, okay? I promise that when I return, I will give you lots of hugs.
-All right, mom. Don't delay, okay?
-I'll be back as soon as I can, son. In the meantime, you could help mom. Can you help me?
-I can.
-Then, do the following, hug Mommy Irene a lot and kiss her a lot. You can do it?
-Yes mom.
-Thank you, son.
-You're welcome mom. Do you want to talk to mom Irene?
-Not now, son. Give the phone to Grandma, please.
-Ok. I love you, mama.
-I love you, son.
-Hello, daughter. Do you want to talk to me?
-Yes. I don't know if you know anything, but I want you to be sure that I love your daughter very much and that I would never do anything to hurt her.
-I know my daughter. Irene is strange, but she doesn't want to tell me anything. Whatever it is, I hope you will solve it soon. And you can count on my support, see?
-Thank you. If you need it, you can call me again.
-You're welcome. Yes.
-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.
Tamara hung up the phone and continued practicing. After a while, the director called.
-Hello. Thank you. Yes.
The secretary transferred the call.
-Hello. You got it? That good. Thank you very much. What time? Perfect.
She hung up and went to prepare the rest of the plan. After everything was resolved, she called Maria.
-Mom, I need your help.
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Fly con vos (English)
FanfictionThis fic started to be written on a flight, so it literally appeared in the clouds. This is a great reminder to never lose hope. As Tamara herself says: If something bad happens, turn it into something good. So, let's dream!