You met Kyojuro in college. A passionate young man, always full of energy and optimism. His love of helping others led him to study medicine while you studied your dream career. The chemistry between you was intense, and your relationship was filled with laughter, adventure, support, and intimacy.

But life had other plans. Kyojuro received an offer for a fellowship program that led him to work at a prestigious hospital out of the country. They tried to keep the relationship at a distance, but stress, long hours, and increasing absences forced them to separate. It was painful, but necessary.

Months later you found out you were pregnant. You tried to contact him, but it was impossible to locate him. You decided to raise your child alone, hoping that one day he would return. Your son was the image of his father. His eyes and hair always reminded you of him, especially the joyful and protective spirit of those he loved.

Years later, while you were working in your favorite coffee shop, the sound of the doorbell caught your attention and you looked up from your laptop. And there he was: Kyojuro, standing there, with the same radiant energy as always, but with a maturity that made him even more imposing. Their eyes met and then his smile, mixed with wonder and nostalgia, lit up the room.

They sat and talked about the lost years and what they had experienced. He confessed that after leaving the hospital, he had decided to return to his roots in search of peace. Kyojuro was about to ask you if you were single, but at that moment your son appeared and ran towards you, leaving Kyojuro motionless, watching with disbelief as he noticed his similar features in the little boy. Your son, curious, looked at the stranger who kept looking at him.

You asked the little boy to step away for a moment to talk to Kyojuro. His emotions were a whirlwind: surprise, joy and anger. He took a deep breath and finally asked with a serious look in his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?"