All day he sat there, with a heavy heart, watching the images on the screen in real-time. Carmen was washing, cooking, and talking to Valentina like a true mother. No forced gestures, no trace of fear. The little girl laughed, tugged at her apron, told her made-up stories, and the woman listened patiently.
Cătălin didn’t know whether to feel grateful or jealous. He felt a strange pain, a knot in his chest, as if someone was stealing his place as a father. He thought about everything he had done in the past few months – the nights spent in the office, the meetings with investors, the endless phone calls. He had tried to drown his pain in work, but in all that time, he had forgotten to be a father.
When evening fell, Carmen sat next to the little girl and gently said:
— Come on, little one, say your prayer for mommy.
Valentina closed her eyes and, with a trembling voice, murmured:
— Lord, tell mommy that I love her and that I will be good.
Cătălin covered his face with his hands. Tears streamed down his face without shame. All that time, he had sought complicated solutions, doctors, money, but the healing was there – in a simple gesture, in a warm word.
The next day, he woke up early. He went to the kitchen and began to chop vegetables, clumsily but determined. When Carmen and Valentina entered, he smiled shyly:
— Today we cook together, okay?
The little girl looked at him skeptically, then ran and threw herself into his arms.
— Daddy, you smell like onions on your face!
All three burst into laughter.
From that day on, life in their home changed. The oppressive silence of the past was replaced by laughter, songs, and the smell of cookies every morning. Carmen had become part of the family, and Cătălin, for the first time since Daniela’s death, felt that he was no longer alone.
Time passed, and the wealthy builder began to spend more time at home. He realized that wealth was not in bank accounts, but in the little moments when you hold your child in your arms, in sincere smiles, in the quiet of an ordinary evening.
One Sunday, Valentina brought him a clumsily drawn paper.
— Look, Daddy, this is our family: you, me, and Aunt Carmen!
Cătălin looked at the drawing and felt his heart break in two. In a small corner was a figure with wings, smiling.
— And mommy, up there, watching over us, the little girl said with a smile.
Then, for the first time in a long time, Cătălin felt peace. He was no longer the cold millionaire who lived for numbers and contracts. He was a man who had finally learned how precious a timely “I love you” is.
He took out his phone, deleted the business apps, and wrote a simple message to his partners:
“From now on, I will start building differently – not buildings, but memories.”
Carmen looked at him smiling, and Valentina, with her small hands, took his face in her palms and said:
— Daddy, now you are the richest man in the world.
And for the first time, Cătălin knew that his little girl was right.
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