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.

Doña Carmen had died during the night.

Cardiac arrest.

The neighbors began to gather at the door of the house. Some were murmuring among themselves.

“Poor thing… she was always alone.”
“That boy is the only one who came to see her.

An older woman from the alley approached me.

“Son… you were like his family.

Those words made me cry even more.

I was just a student who had gone to clean his house.

But at some point… she had become something more.

Something similar to a grandmother.

The funeral was simple.

Very simple.

In reality, there was almost no one there.

Only me… and some neighbors who barely knew her.