At 73 years old, Lina Mendoza had few luxuries left. Arthritis had curled her fingers and weakened her knees. Her back ached with each movement, and her eyesight flickered between clarity and blur. But she had never once failed her son, Julian.

Julian was her only child, and 23 years ago, he’d suffered a terrible car accident on a rainy night returning from university. The doctors had given him a one-in-a-million chance of recovery. Brain damage. Total paralysis. Non-verbal. “Persistent vegetative state,” they had said, as if it meant he had become part of the furniture.

But Lina refused to let go.