Once, as we were leaving the hospital, she took my hand and said to me in a soft voice: “Son… I don’t know why God put you in my path,” she said in such a weak voice that I had to lean closer to hear her better, “but when I can no longer pay you… please don’t stop visiting me yet.”
I smiled, trying to lighten its weight. “Don’t worry, Doña Carmen. Just focus on getting better first.” She squeezed my hand with her cold, bony fingers. “Promise me.” I don’t …
Once, as we were leaving the hospital, she took my hand and said to me in a soft voice: “Son… I don’t know why God put you in my path,” she said in such a weak voice that I had to lean closer to hear her better, “but when I can no longer pay you… please don’t stop visiting me yet.” Read More