I quietly entered after them, going down a staircase of icy stone.

At the bottom, a large room glowed with twinkling garlands.

Fabrics in a thousand colors were neatly laid out, accompanied by spools of thread and a brand-new sewing machine. Hugo turned around, panicked.

“Mom! It’s not what you think!”

Léa, clearly uncomfortable, finally confessed:

“Hugo wanted to surprise you. He found your old notebook, the one where you talked about your dream of becoming a fashion designer. He knows you gave it up to work in healthcare.”

Hugo lowered his head. “I just wanted you to be happy… I asked Léa to help me create a workshop for you. I saved my birthday money to buy the machine.”

The tears came before I could stop them. That dream I thought was long gone… my son still believed in it.

I held him close, crying. “Thank you, my treasure. You didn’t just give me a workshop… You brought back a dream I thought I had lost forever.”