As a child I saw her every day as she worked tirelessly, to have the chores ready when the owner of the house arrived, this woman taught me to call her grandmother and that great grandfather, I spent every afternoon at her house, since my mom and dad were working, She treated me so well, she made me cake and gave me milk for my afternoon snack, it was something that my mother rarely did on the weekends, besides that I was always bored in my house.

I would ask my mother if we could go to my grandmother's house, I missed her very much, my mother always told me that on weekends she could not take care of me, she had to work, I as an innocent child started to think, what could a lady work with all the years she has? Once I asked my mother and she started to laugh, she told me that she was not that old, that since I was a child I saw her as old, but she was only 7 times my age, I was 8, I was just learning mathematics, I left it at that, my grandmother was old anyway.

I asked her if she liked her work with that lady, she told me that she was very happy, because even at the age of 62, she could continue helping others, and if that made her some money, even better, even if she did not need it, I could not help but see the big sparkle in her eyes, she really looked very happy; every weekend that I could go, I would go to help her and she would give me some of the money that she was paid.

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De pequeña la veía todos los días como trabajaba incansablemente, para tener las tareas listas cuando llegaba la dueña de la casa, esta mujer me enseñó a llamar a su abuela y a ese bisabuelo, yo pasaba todas las tardes en su casa, ya que mi mamá y mi papá estaban trabajando, Ella me trataba muy bien, me hacía torta y me daba leche para la merienda, era algo que mi mamá rara vez hacía los fines de semana, además de que siempre me aburría en mi casa.

Le preguntaba a mi madre si podíamos ir a casa de mi abuela, la echaba mucho de menos, mi madre siempre me decía que los fines de semana no podía cuidarme, tenía que trabajar, yo como niña inocente empecé a pensar, ¿qué puede trabajar una señora con todos los años que tiene? Una vez le pregunté a mi madre y se puso a reír, me dijo que ella no era tan vieja, que desde pequeña la veía como vieja, pero ella solo tenía 7 veces mi edad, yo tenía 8 años, apenas estaba aprendiendo matemáticas, lo dejé así, mi abuela era vieja igual.

Le pregunté si le gustaba su trabajo con esa señora, me dijo que estaba muy contenta, porque aún con 62 años, podía seguir ayudando a los demás, y si con eso ganaba algo de dinero, mejor aún, aunque no lo necesitara, no pude evitar ver el gran brillo en sus ojos, realmente se veía muy feliz; cada fin de semana que podía ir, iba a ayudarla y me daba algo del dinero que le pagaban.

FIN.