— Yes, I worked in a school cafeteria. And I’m proud of it. Day after day, for many years, I made sure the children had a hot meal. That they had lunch, even when there was perhaps nothing at home. I did it with dignity. With respect for myself and for them.
Patricia crossed her arms, visibly annoyed.
“But what you don’t know, ma’am,” Elena said, staring at her, “is why I ended up there. And why I never asked anyone for help.”
He turned slightly towards the guests.
— My husband was a paramedic with the Mexican Red Cross. A simple but honorable man. He died one night in an accident, trying to save people who were trapped on the road. He got out of the ambulance to help and was hit by an out-of-control car.
A murmur rippled through the room.
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