"Abuelo, should we hide the mirror again? For someone else to find?"
At the deepest chamber, the lantern light fell upon a natural hollow in the rock. Inside, resting on a bed of moss, lay a single object: a small, cracked hand mirror, its silver backing tarnished black. el tesoro de la juventud
Don Mateo picked it up gently, as if it were a sleeping bird. "Look into it," he said. "Abuelo, should we hide the mirror again
"Everything," she whispered. "All of it. The hard parts. The beautiful parts." resting on a bed of moss
"No," she admitted, "you're the only one who isn't. That's why I believe you know where it is."