đ°ď¸ When Time Beats Again
Small signs, big certainties.
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Just today, Wednesday âMatĂasâ dayâ his clothes, his shoes, and his toys began a new journey. They went to accompany, comfort, and bring joy to other children. As I watched them go, I felt that each piece carried a spark of his light, and that, somehow, MatĂas would keep embracing the world through them.
While we were preparing the donations âclothes, shoes, toysâ we found an old watch, a Fitbit that hadnât worked in years. We plugged it in, just to try, and to my surprise, it turned on.
On the screen was a date: July 26, the day MatĂas was born.
After so long without life, the watch came back on with his date.
I felt as if he was saying, âMom, my time is still here, in everything you touch with love.â
Days later, we went to celebrate the 100 years of Roquettes. There were children everywhere, and amid all that play, I could feel his energy, his laughter, his light.
Then we passed by Rockefeller Center, where the great tree had just arrived âstill surrounded by scaffolding and guards, waiting for its glow.
We went into the famous toy store FAO Schwarz, full of plush animals âtigers, elephants, giraffes, slothsâ and I thought: MatĂas had them all.
On the train ride home, I picked up my phone to check the time and saw his smile as my wallpaper. For a moment, I thought I was holding AndrĂŠsâ phone âmy husbandâsâ because heâs had that same picture of MatĂas since the day our son left.
But no⌠it was my phone, with my case, my screen.
The photo that has always lived on AndrĂŠsâ phone appeared on mine.
On his, the image moves âMatĂas laughsâ but on mine, it appeared still, serene, peaceful.
And I knew it was him again, playing with the phone just as he did the day he left âwhen he changed my wallpaper for the first time.
MatĂas didnât use the phone much, but he knew how.
And he still does. đąâ¨
That night, the giraffe âsilent for more than twenty daysâ started playing nonstop.
AndrĂŠs got up and said, âThe giraffe was cold tonight.â
And I smiled, because I already knew who it was.
Each stage has its own time.
Sometimes it takes days, other times months or years⌠thereâs no rush, no clock that tells you when itâs time to let go. Each person feels it in their own moment âand thatâs okay. Itâs not about forgetting, but transforming âallowing what their hands once loved to continue giving warmth, play, and life to others.
Our beings of light guide us through that process, leaving small signs to show us theyâre happy, walking with us every step of the way.
MatĂas has done it from the very beginning âand this time, with every sound of his giraffe, he let us know heâs happy.



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