A few days later, she agreed to have coffee with me.
And from that moment, we started seeing each other.
From the beginning, Laura was honest about one thing.
Her son came first.
“Tomás is the most important person in my life,” she told me. “If you’re going to be around us, you have to treat him with respect.”
I agreed.
At the time, I had no idea that little boy would eventually become one of the most important people in my life too.
The first time I met Tomás, he was only four years old.
He was wearing a dinosaur T-shirt and hiding behind a door.
He watched me as if I were an intruder.
I wanted him to like me.
So I bought him a toy car.
He refused to take it.
For weeks, he barely spoke to me.
I didn’t force him.
Instead, I gave him space.
Sometimes I would sit on the floor and build blocks by myself while he played a few feet away.
One afternoon, he slowly walked over.
He picked up a block.
Then he placed it beside mine.
That was all.
But I understood.
It was his way of saying:
