“That's right. ¿Do you take the job?”

I was happy; I couldn't deny it, I could finally work, and I wouldn't have to listen to Lina's same old chatter about it anymore. I arrived home, and the moment I announced that I got the job, I was only congratulated by my nani and the chaparrita.

“Aren't you going to congratulate me?” I asked Lina, “I thought you were going to be happy.”

“I don't see why I should congratulate you for something that is simply your responsibility; now stop making such a fuss about a simple nursing job and let me see the social networks.”

“By the way, Lina,” spoke Carlos, “I need some things for college; give me some money.”

“Lucía,” spoke Lina, “give money to your brother.”

“¡¿What?! Are you fucking kidding me, what are you saying? I just got a job today; I don't have money to give Carlos; besides, that's not my responsibility.”

“I don't have any money either; tomorrow you can ask for an advance and give Carlitos the money he needs for his college.”

I got so upset that I preferred to leave where I was. I started crying as usual, only this time I didn't know if it was out of anger or pain. The next day, I went to work with complete normality. The girl Elder, who was my boss, introduced me to young Jorge, who is her older brother.

“Girl, sorry to bother you right now, but I need a little advance; there are some things I have to cover.”

“Don't worry, I'll go today to get some money from the ATM to give you your paycheck.”

I thanked her very much, and she went to work. Young Jorge was very kind to me, to the point that I could feel as if I was part of the family. I took care of Mrs. Amalia, and her son ended up congratulating me because of my good performance.

The girl, Anayanci, arrived and gave me an advance on my paycheck. After giving her the report of the day, I ended up going home, where I gave enough to Carlos so he could buy the things he needed for college.

The next day I went to work with complete normality; I followed the usual routine, and the hours went by so fast thanks to young Jorge, who started to ask me personal questions but always in the margin of respect.

“What do you tell me about yourself?” the young man drank coffee. “Come on, don't be shy, and tell me.”

“Nothing interesting; I'm the youngest daughter, I'm 22 years old, and I live with my grandmother, my mother, my aunt, and my brother.”

“¿Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, tell me, who's going to notice me?”

Young Jorge looked at me from head to toe, and his eyes reflected doubt at that moment.

“I don't see what's wrong with you.”

“He's a real gentleman, but it's impossible for someone with this physique to have a relationship.”

“What are you talking about? I'm looking at a woman with beautiful eyes, two feet, two hands and a beautiful smile, plus you work and earn your own money.”

“My teeth are crooked, young and I have to work for a living.”

“Stop being so hard on yourself. Yes, yes, you are right in saying you have to work for a living, but very few women think that way. Many girls look for a courtship or marriage to support them; however, you are just the opposite.”

I finished drinking my coffee and eating the piece of lemon cookie cake I was offered, and I went to Mrs. Amalia's room. Young Jorge came to the room to see his mother; she was asleep at that time, so I could not give her the cake.

After a few hours, she woke up, but she became aggressive when young Jorge denied her another piece of cake. I was forced to sedate her, as she was too violent, and once I put it on her, she fell fast asleep.

Young Jorge told me that he would cure me, but I did not realize that I had a scratch on my face and a drop of blood had spilled.

“Don't worry, I can cure myself.”

I went to the bathroom, and there I treated the scratch that Mrs. Amalia had given me. They wanted to take me out early, but I didn't want to; there was still half an hour to go, plus I had to leave the medicine prepared for the girl, Anayanci.

I started to prepare the medicine for Mrs. Amalia, and then I started to check that everything was in order.

Young Jorge insisted on taking me out early, so I had no choice but to leave. While I was at the bus stop, I looked at Anayanci's car. Go until there is a day when she comes early.

She offered to take me home, so I agreed, and she gave me a ride. When I arrived, I had her come in, and then I introduced her to everyone. I walked her to her car, where she told me that tomorrow she would be with me because they would fumigate the office.

She left, and I went to change clothes. Lina was playing on the computer as usual, and I decided to watch TV. When dinner was ready, we ate while watching some random show and then went to sleep. I got up early to go to work and start getting ready.

I got home and went straight to Mrs. Amalia's room, where the girl Anayanci was. Mrs. Amalia was still asleep due to the injection I gave her yesterday, so I took the opportunity to bathe her and brush her teeth.

I did my things, and then I sat down, but the girl Anayanci accompanied me while we talked. We talked about it yesterday, and I explained everything to her. She asked me about my wound with a lot of concern, so I calmed her down.

The day went by very fast, young Jorge took his girlfriend, a very beautiful and kind woman; she didn't make me less because of who I am and the physique I have.

Darkness, that was the only thing I could see, my head hurt to a very big point, and I could feel that an area of this part was wet. A male voice called me distressed. When I opened my eyes, I looked at young Jorge, who was holding my hands. He looked sincerely worried.

“What happened to me?” I touched my head and said, “Ouch, what happened, young man?”

“My mother hit you, luckily I was passing by and I saw everything.”

“Mrs. Amalia!”

I pushed myself to get up; however, a pain in the back of my head made me put my hand on the affected area, and I could feel a gauze.

“Shhh, don't get up; come on lie down on the bed.”

I lay down on the bed, and when I looked around, I realized that I was in young Jorge's room.

“¡I can't be here!”

I got up, but a dizziness came over me. Two hands held me tightly, and when I saw them, it was young Jorge.

“You really are a stubborn woman.”

He sat me on his bed. The girl Anayanci came into the room; she touched my hand, and I could see she had tears at the edge of her eyes.

“We need to talk”

Whenever someone started with that sentence, it was definitely not a good thing. I sighed and looked at her to wait for her to speak.

“Unfortunately, we will have to do without your services; we are going to admit Mom to a psychiatric hospital on the psychiatrist's recommendation.”

“But child, it was just an accident and nothing more.”

“You have 7 stitches in your head from the blow mom gave you, and you say it was nothing more. I understand that you need the job, but I can't put your life or ours at risk.”

I sighed heavily and agreed. They settled me; the psychiatrist had already made the corresponding calls to the psychiatric ward, and they were outside.

“Are they going to take her away?” asked young Jorge. “I thought it would be in a few days.”

“Yes,” answered the psychiatrist. “Amalia can no longer stay here, since it is too risky for you.”

“Give me some time,” said the girl, Anayanci “I'll go and pack her things…”