Chayanne - Desde Siempre-2005- 〈1000+ EXTENDED〉

Her mother had left for the United States three years ago, promising to send for her. The promise arrived monthly in the form of a money order and a brief, static-filled phone call. But Sofía had stopped believing in promises. Instead, she believed in Chayanne.

When the song ended, the batteries died. A final, soft click echoed in the room. The pressure on her shoulder lifted. The rain began to slow. Sofía opened her eyes. On her pillow, where there had been nothing before, lay a small, folded piece of paper. It was the corner of a money order receipt, dated that day. On the back, in her mother’s hurried, looping handwriting, were four words: Chayanne - Desde siempre-2005-

She looked at the silent boombox, at the blurry face of Chayanne on the CD case. He was still smiling that ridiculous, white-suited smile. But it no longer looked like heaven. It looked like a promise kept. Her mother had left for the United States