21/07/2026
Every evening at exactly 7:00 p.m., Daniel received a voice note from his mother.
"Have you eaten?" she would ask. "Don't work too hard. I'm praying for you."
Sometimes he replied. Most times he was too busy.
One Friday, another voice note arrived. He ignored it, thinking, I'll listen later.
Hours later, his sister called in tears.
"Mom is gone..."
She had suffered a heart attack shortly after sending that message.
With trembling hands, Daniel opened the unread voice note.
Her weak voice whispered:
"My son... I don't know why, but today I just wanted to hear your voice. If you're busy, it's okay. Just remember... no matter how old you become, you'll always be my little boy. I love you."
He replayed that message every night.
Not because he could answer...
But because it was the only place where his mother's voice was still alive.