Feliz cumpleaños, mama

Today we celebrated my mother's 95th birthday with a family meeting, not real, obviously.
All her children were present at the meeting, some of her grandchildren, her three great-grandchildren, my sister Teresa's cat and my brother Nico's dog.
My mother did not understand very clearly what was happening and where all these people were. My brother Pablo, who was with her at the time, explained to her that one grandchild was in Dublin, another in Almería, one of her daughters was in Barcelona, another in Gijón and the rest of the family were in Granada. 
So far and so near. Isn't it amazing!?

We wished her happy birthday, we sang, laughed and chatted for a whole hour. It was great, but sadly it wasn't the same as other years.