A millionaire arrives home early and almost faints at what he sees. Carlos Mendoza had never felt so lost as in the last few months. The successful businessman, who ran one of the largest construction companies in Mexico City, discovered that all his money was useless when it came to healing the broken heart of a 3-year-old girl.
It was then that he decided to leave the meeting with the Japanese investors early. Something inside him was urging him home, a strange feeling he couldn’t explain. As he opened the kitchen door of his mansion in Lomas de Chapultepec, Carlos had to lean against the frame to keep from falling.
His daughter Valentina was perched on the maid’s shoulders, both of them singing a nursery rhyme as they washed the dishes together. The little girl laughed in a way he hadn’t seen in months. “Now scrub down here nicely, princess,” said Carmen, the maid, guiding the girl’s small hands. “Also, what a clever little girl you are.” “Aunt Carmelita, can I make bubbles with the soap?” asked Valentina in a crystal-clear voice that Carlos thought he had lost forever.
The businessman felt his legs tremble. Since Daniela had died in a car accident, Valentina hadn’t uttered a single word. The best child psychologists in the country assured him it was normal, that the girl needed time to process the loss. But there, in that kitchen, she chatted naturally as if nothing had happened.
Carmen noticed his presence and almost let the little girl slip off her shoulders. “Mr. Carlos, I didn’t expect you to start explaining,” she began, clearly nervous. “Daddy!” Valentina cried, but immediately shrank back as if she had done something wrong. Carlos rushed out to the office, slamming the door behind him. His hands trembled as he poured a glass of whiskey.
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The scene he had just witnessed disturbed him in a way he couldn’t comprehend: how had this young woman managed in just a few months what he hadn’t been able to do? How could his own daughter speak to the maid in a way she no longer spoke to him? Dear listener, if you’re enjoying this story, please leave a like and, above all, subscribe to the channel.
That helps those of us who are just starting out to keep going. The next morning, Carlos pretended to leave for work as usual, but parked his car a few blocks away and walked back. He needed to understand what was happening in his own home. He entered through the back and went straight up to his office, where he quickly set up some small cameras he had bought on the way.
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the next week, he left work early to watch the recordings. What he discovered disturbed him even more. Carmen Rodríguez, just 24 years old, turned every household chore into an educational game. She talked to Valentina about everything, from the colors of the clothes she folded to the ingredients in the food she prepared.
“Look, princess, how many carrots do we have here?” Carmen asked, cutting the vegetables. “One, two, three, five,” Valentina replied, clapping her hands. “That’s right, you’re very smart. And do you know why carrots are orange? I don’t know, Aunt Carmelita, because they have a special vitamin that makes our eyes strong enough to see all the beautiful things in this world.” Carlos watched these scenes with a mixture of gratitude and jealousy. Gratitude because his daughter was clearly recovering.
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