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.

“I thought I was going to die forgotten.”

“But then you came.”

My eyes were already completely clouded with tears.

“You weren’t my family.”

“You were not my grandson.”

“You didn’t even know me.”

“And yet you treated me with more affection than my own children.”

“You brought me food.”

“You took me to the hospital.”

“You would sit with me and listen to old stories that you had probably heard many times before.”

“And you never claimed me for the money.”

“Never once.”

I had to stop for a few seconds.

I took a deep breath.

Tears fell on the paper.

I kept reading.

“That’s why I made a decision.”

“If you made it to the end without abandoning this useless old woman… then you deserve to know the truth.”