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.

“Diego, this house where I live is not just any house.”

“Many years ago, when my husband was alive, we bought several pieces of land near the sea.”

“Over time, the city grew.”

“The land is now worth a lot of money.”

My heart began to pound.

“Before I died, I did the paperwork to leave everything to you.”

“The house… and the three plots of land that are registered in my name.”

“It’s all yours.”

I felt the air disappear around me.

My hands were shaking.

My legs were weak.

But the letter was not over yet.

“I didn’t do it because you owed me something.”

“I did it because you gave me back something I thought was lost forever.”

“Faith in people.”

“If you use that money, I hope you do it to live a good life.”

“Finish your studies.”

“Help your family.”

“And if you ever see someone as lonely as I was… don’t ignore it.”