It was Mother's Day, a special day, the third year you celebrated it. Carlos was happy and proud to have you as the mother of his children, he knew you were the best and he wanted to give you the best on your special day. Carlos sneaked out of bed in the morning without waking you, he wanted you to let you sleep in, he woke up little Carmen, who was only three years old, and got her ready, he put on the pink flower dress that you loved when she wore it and he even menaged convinced the girl to put a big bow in her hair.

Sainz prepared everything, he bought a designer purse that you wanted so much and bought two plane tickets to Paris, you had mentioned that you wanted to take a trip just you and Carlos to enjoy as a couple, so he decided to give it to you. After cooking your favorite breakfast foods and placing everything on a large tray, he took the girl in his arms, the tray in his free hand and he went to the bedroom to wake you up, the little Carmen carried a drawing she had done for you in school.

"Buenos días mamá del año." Carlos said in Spanish as he opened the bedroom door, putting Carmen on the floor and letting the girl run to you in bed, jumping on the mattress to wake you up. (Good morning, mom of the year)