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<\/figure>\n\n\n\nThe woman she chose was Mar\u00eda, a quiet, humble, and respectful 25-year-old from a remote village.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For six months, Mar\u00eda devoted herself to caring for Don Ernesto.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Each morning, she helped him rise from bed, prepared his breakfast, and gave him his medication.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the afternoons, she gently walked him through the garden, supporting his every step.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At night, she would massage his legs while softly telling him stories from her hometown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Over time, Don Ernesto began to regain his strength, and his smile returned. The neighbors commended Carmen for making the right choice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But one summer morning, Carmen returned from the market. She placed her groceries in the kitchen and found Mar\u00eda standing at the door, her face pale, hands trembling as she held a pregnancy test.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Upon seeing her, Mar\u00eda burst into tears. Carmen grabbed the test from her, and when she saw the two red lines, her legs felt like they might give out. Anger took over her:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Maria! You’re only 25! You’ve been here for six months, and you’re already pregnant? Who is the father?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maria cried silently, unable to answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A disturbing thought crossed Carmen\u2019s mind: Could it be\u2026 her own father?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She recalled how Don Ernesto had mentioned Mar\u00eda often lately. In horror, she whispered:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Don\u2019t tell me\u2026 it\u2019s my father? No, that\u2019s impossible! He’s 70 years old\u2026”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maria shook her head desperately, sobbing:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“No, madam, it\u2019s not him! Please, don’t think that\u2026”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Then who? If you don\u2019t tell me, I\u2019ll send you back to your village right now!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maria collapsed to her knees, her face in her hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I\u2026 I didn\u2019t want to say it\u2026 I was afraid\u2026 But if you insist\u2026 I\u2019ll tell the truth.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Carmen held her breath. Mar\u00eda wiped away her tears and, with a shaking voice, confessed:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“The father\u2026 is your husband.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The words struck Carmen like a bolt of lightning. She collapsed into a chair. Mar\u00eda continued between sobs:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“When you went away for that three-day trip, your husband came back. He\u2019d been drinking\u2026 he asked me to clean his room. I\u2026 couldn\u2019t resist.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Carmen felt the ground beneath her shake. Her husband, Ricardo, had been struggling with his business for the past two years. He had become distant, moody, and a heavy drinker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But she never imagined he could do something so vile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anger and humiliation mixed within her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She looked at Mar\u00eda, and although she was furious, a wave of pity also washed over her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Why didn\u2019t you tell me earlier?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I was scared he\u2019d fire me, and I didn\u2019t want to hurt Don Ernesto\u2026 I planned to leave at the end of the month and raise the child on my own.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At that moment, Don Ernesto emerged from his room, leaning on his cane, alarmed by the commotion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“What\u2019s going on, Carmen?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Carmen broke down in tears. Mar\u00eda fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Forgive me, sir\u2026 forgive me\u2026”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Don Ernesto listened to her, his eyes brimming with tears. He placed a hand on Mar\u00eda\u2019s shoulder and spoke in a tender voice:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“That child\u2026 even if it doesn\u2019t have a father, stay here. I\u2019ll raise him as if he were my own.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maria wept harder. Carmen cried too, knowing her marriage was over but unwilling to cast out the girl. The baby wasn\u2019t to blame\u2014it needed a home, and its grandfather, despite his age, was willing to offer it his love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shortly after, Carmen filed for divorce from Ricardo. Mar\u00eda stayed behind to care for Don Ernesto, eagerly awaiting the birth of the child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He told his daughter:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“It doesn\u2019t matter whose fault it is. The child is innocent. Let him grow up in love.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The weeks went by. Every night, Mar\u00eda continued massaging Don Ernesto’s legs, her own belly now growing round with life. Sometimes, he would place his hand on her stomach and whisper:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Don\u2019t worry, little one. I\u2019ll be here to take care of you and your mother.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As summer faded and autumn arrived, the song of the cicadas disappeared, but the kindness of a 70-year-old man remained, saving both a young woman and her unborn child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Don Ernesto had reached the age of 70. After suffering a mild stroke that left him with limited strength in his arms and legs, his daughter, Carmen, made the decision to hire a caregiver for him. The woman she chose was Mar\u00eda, a quiet, humble, and respectful 25-year-old from a remote village. For six months,…<\/p>\n