She remained there, engine off, observing this scene for long minutes. Then she goes home, pushes open the door of Noah's room for the first time in weeks, and starts packing everything. The stroller, the bodysuits, the musical mobile, the soft giraffe-patterned blanket. Everything is leaving. She only keeps Noah's birth cap and a pair of dinosaur pajamas.
She returns to the young woman and stops in front of her. "My son didn't have the opportunity to use it. Take everything, I beg you. They are crying together, there, in the middle of the parking lot. The young woman's name is Elena. Her baby is called Mateo. She promises to mention Noah to her son every time they use the stroller.
That evening, for the first time in three weeks, she swallowed a real meal. And sleeps a whole night without waking up.
The next morning, the garden was filled with strollers
The next day, the doorbell wakes her from sleep in the early hours. She opens the door... and is speechless.
Her garden is invaded by strollers. Dozens. Each carries a small, neatly wrapped box and a handwritten letter.
