Every day, my son’s babysitter would surreptitiously take him to a run-down building. I was intrigued and worried, so I decided to follow them.
Lately, my son has been acting distant and aloof.
Tired and with black circles under his eyes, he cautiously avoided looking at me when he got home. I had a mother’s feeling that something wasn’t quite right.
So I started observing Léa, his nanny. She had been working with us for just over a year. Always kind, considerate, etc. But recently, something seemed off.
“We’re staying quietly at home,” she would repeat with a calm smile. But when I watched the film from our outside cameras, I saw that she was taking Hugo out every afternoon, and for a long time.
One morning, I took the day off. I decided to watch them from a distance. They took a short lane and came to a stop in front of an old, ramshackle building.
Léa produced a key and pushed open a large, rusty door. My heart was pounding 
Silently, I followed them down a set of chilly stone stairs. There was a vast expanse of glittering garlands at the bottom.
A new sewing machine and spools of thread were spread out among textiles of every possible color. Hugo glanced around with panic.
“Mom! It’s not what you think!
Clearly uncomfortable, Léa finally acknowledged:
“Hugo wanted to surprise you.” He found the old journal where you talked about wanting to be a fashion designer. He knows you gave up everything to work in the medical field.
Hugo lowered his head. All I wanted was for you to be happy. I asked Léa to help me organize a workshop for you. I put money away for my birthday to buy the device.
The tears began before I could stop them. I thought the dream had long since gone, but my child still believed in it.
I hugged him while crying. “Thank you, my treasure. You provided me with more than just a workshop. You restored my dream, even though I thought I had lost it forever.
