When he arrived at the home, both Sister Maria Elena and Don Carlos were waiting at the entrance. The elderly nun and the wise old director, who had been like grandparents to him during his years at the orphanage, saw him and their faces lit up with a joy so pure it brought tears to his eyes. Sister Maria Elena hurried toward him first, her arms outstretched, and pulled him into a fierce, loving embrace.
"Mijo," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "My beautiful boy. Look at you. A champion. Your mother would be so proud."
Mateo held her tight, his throat constricting with emotion. Then Don Carlos stepped forward, his weathered face creased with pride and emotion. He embraced Mateo firmly, patting his back.
"You have grown, mijo," Don Carlos said, his voice thick with feeling. "Not just as a player, but as a man. Your mother would be so proud of the person you have become."
