One day, in a Facebook group where they post job offers, I found an ad looking for someone to clean the house of Doña Carmen, an elderly woman who lived alone in a small alley near the city center.

The house was too quiet.

A strange silence… heavy.

“Doña Carmen…”

I slowly advanced to the small room where his bed was.

And there I saw her.

She was lying down, her hands on her chest. Her face was calm, as if she were fast asleep.

But something in my chest immediately told me that he was gone.

I felt the world stop for an instant.

“Doña Carmen…”

I walked over and took his hand.

It was cold.

Very cold.

My eyes filled with tears without me being able to help it.

That small room, which he had seen so many times filled with the smell of hot soup and simple conversations, now seemed empty and strange.

I called an ambulance.

Minutes later the paramedics arrived and confirmed what I already knew.