endless.
Every step was accompanied by the fear that those men would return.
But he didn’t stop.
The following days completely changed Doña Rosa’s life.
The young woman’s name was Lucia.
For the first two days, she could barely move. Doña Rosa cared for her patiently—preparing soup, cleaning her wounds, changing bandages.
The small hut, already cramped, became even more cramped. The money, already scarce, was now almost insufficient.
But Doña Rosa never complained.
Every morning he worked twice as hard at the garbage dump to earn a few extra pesos and buy milk and bread for Lucia.
At night, he would wake up several times to make sure that Lucia was okay, that she wasn’t in pain, that she wasn’t going into labor.