There was only one grandson left, who lived in the capital; they said he was very successful, but he never showed up.
The girl’s name was Clara.
Unrelated.
No blood ties.
Just a neighbor.
At first, she only helped bring the groceries home from the market.
After that, she started cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, and taking him to the doctor.
No one hired her.
Nobody paid her.
Every time Mr. Antonio tried to put money in her hand, she just smiled: