“Rosa, I know it’s not much, but I want to help,” Lucy said with genuine care.
Rosa shook her head. “No, Lucy. You’re living here alone, far away from your family, working so hard just to support them.”
Lucy smiled softly. “You’re also my family now, Rosa.”
Rosa’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. Family.
She had no one left to call her own except Renzo. And now Lucy too. Lucy had proven, in every way, that bonds of the heart could be stronger than blood.
But Rosa also knew the truth about Lucy’s life.
Lucy was the eldest daughter of a poor family from the countryside. Her parents had sent her to the city only because she was the brightest among her siblings—their one hope for a better future. And Lucy had carried that burden without complaint, sending most of her earnings back home
