1 YEAR Later...
October 18, 2012
We have now spent a year in Madrid, and everything is going wonderfully. I continue to excel in my classes and remain the top student at the university. As I mentioned before, Papa Cheo and I make an excellent team, and together with Valentina, we have managed to establish the therapeutic rehabilitation center within a year, even gaining some fame. The rehabilitation center is quite large, with all the necessary facilities for any type of rehabilitation. We have 45 outstanding physiotherapists specializing in different areas and 30 physiotherapy assistants. It has been a great success, and within the first year, we have become the second most modern rehabilitation center in Spain.
Today, we celebrate the second birthday of my little boy, Teo, as well as my 20 years and the success we have achieved in our company. Don José and Doña Josefina are very proud of me. We have decided to throw a small birthday party for my little one, and this time we invited his friends from the daycare he attends. You might be wondering why Mama Chepina is not taking care of him. Well, lately, she hasn't been feeling well, so I decided to enroll him in a beautiful daycare. One of the best parts is that Matheo will also be preparing for school there. After my son's party, we decided to go out for dinner at a restaurant, with Mama Chepina, Papa Cheo, Matheo, Valentina, and her boyfriend.
Valentina: Thank you, Vicky, for inviting us. We are truly grateful to all of you. You are an excellent family.
Vicky: It's not a big deal, Valentina. You and Carlos are like part of the family.
Don José: That's right, my girl. It's a pleasure for us to share this day with you.
(Spending time with the ones I love the most is the best gift life can give me. Honestly, I don't need anything else to be happier. Just seeing them sitting here at my table fills my soul with joy. Although being a mother wasn't something in my immediate plans, I wouldn't change anything. Being Matheo's mother-sister is the best thing my mother could have passed down to me. I love my little one with all my heart. Thank you, Mom, for gifting me with my little brother.) (And as I observed my family, Don Cheo approached me and spoke softly, pulling me out of my thoughts)
Don José: Is it possible, my girl, that you are already in love? You spaced out from the conversation. Hahaha. Why so pensive, daughter?
Vicky: Nothing, Papá Cheo. I was just thinking that having you all here with me is a blessing. I don't need anything else to be happy, just having you all.
Don José: Mmmm, well, I think you're missing something. You need to go out more, meet someone. Since you've been living with us, I haven't known you to have a boyfriend. So, take advantage of your youth, love, live, and enjoy life. Not everything in life is about money or work. Having money means nothing if we don't enjoy it.
Vicky: I know, Papá Cheo. It's just that the right one hasn't come along yet.
Don Cheo: Well, my girl, while you wait for the right one, enjoy the wrong one. Hahaha.
Vicky: Hahaha, you're something else, Papá Cheo.
IN ITALY
Máximo Father: Carlos, get in touch with my son Maximiliano. Let him know that we need to conduct some business in Russia, and as the head of the family, he must attend.
Carlos (Don Máximo's right-hand man): I'll contact Mr. Maximiliano right away.
I managed to make sure that at least my son goes out with the daughter of the Fiorellis. They've been dating for a year now, so hopefully, my son will take the next step soon. He is in charge of the Spanish and Italian delegations. I know I should retire, but I feel terrible doing nothing at home. Even though my son is the boss, I continue to help him with everything. We make an excellent team, and just as my son promised, the companies have tripled their success. We have become the most powerful family in Europe.
A phone call interrupts my thoughts, and it's Carlos.
Máximo Father: Buenas noches, Pierini.
Carlos: Good evening, Sir. I regret to inform you that your son Maximiliano has been attacked and is being transferred to the HM Hospital in Madrid.
Máximo Father: (God, I felt like the world collapsed. Not my son, this can't be happening to him). How did this happen, Carlos? Tell me who the damn person responsible for this attack was?
Carlos: Sir, according to our men, the D'Maggios are responsible for the attack.
(The D'Maggios have been our enemies since we became the most powerful family in Europe. They have done everything in their power to eliminate my son since Maximiliano took charge of the companies and the Mafia, overthrowing their empire.)
Don Máximo: I want you to find that wretched Simone D'Maggio, but I want him alive. Prepare the plane, we leave for Spain in one hour.
(We arrived in Spain at the hospital where my son is. I don't know how he is, but I swear, if anything happens to him, I will kill every D'Maggio in existence, and I'm even capable of resurrecting their ancestors just to kill them again. Nobody lays a finger on my family, especially my precious and only son.)
Don Máximo: Good evening, Nurse. I am Maximo Pierini, Maximiliano Pierini's father. I need information about my son.
Nurse: Good evening, Sir. Your son just came out of surgery, and he is currently being transferred to a room. I will connect you with the doctor who attended to him.
Dr. Mendoza: Good evening, Mr. Your son is stable, and the operation was successful. Unfortunately, one of the bullets injured his spinal cord, so I'm afraid your son may never walk again. We are waiting for him to react, and we will conduct further tests to determine his exact condition.
(I couldn't respond; my anger and pain have blinded me. My son in a wheelchair won't endure.)
Don Maximo: Carlos, move heaven and earth and make sure the wretch who did this to my son pays with blood.
Carlos: Don Maximo, we are already searching, but I'm afraid the despicable person has disappeared.
(I don't know how to face my son; in truth, I am a coward in this situation.)
Enfermera: Sir, you can now go in and see your son. He is in his room and has already woken up.
(I enter my son's room. Seeing him in his current state completely devastates me, and even worse, I don't know how to break the news of what happened to my precious wife. When I first heard about the attack, I didn't want to tell her anything to avoid worrying her, but when she learns about Max's situation, my wife will suffer because Maximiliano is our miracle.)
Maximiliano: Father, where am I? What happened?
Don Maximo: Son, don't speak yet; you're still weak. It was the D'Maggio's doing, and we are searching for them tirelessly.
Dr. Mendoza: I apologize for interrupting, but I need to perform some examinations now that the young man has awakened from anesthesia.
Don Maximo: Proceed, Dr.
(The doctor proceeds to conduct several tests to ensure that my son is alright. I dread the idea that he may never walk again. Meanwhile, he pricks my son's legs with a kind of needle.)
Dr. Mendoza: Maximiliano, can you feel what I am doing to your legs?
Maximiliano: No, Dr. What are you doing? Why can't I feel anything or move my legs?
Dr. Mendoza: Unfortunately, the bullet caused damage to your spinal cord. It is possible that with time and therapy, you may regain mobility. But I won't lie to you; it will be a slow, long, and painful process.
(My son Max screams in despair; despite being the most feared man at the moment, he is helpless, and I don't know how I can help him.)
Dr. Mendoza: I have the contact information of a colleague who is an expert in these cases. I will refer you to him. He is the only neurosurgeon capable of performing this type of surgery, and he is located in London. He will help restore the injury, and with therapy, you may be able to walk again.
(I took the doctor's information and immediately arranged to transfer Max to London, where he would be seen by the neurosurgeon. I would do anything to ensure my son regains the ability to walk.)
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