Millionaire finds woman and children hiding in his old house. What does he do? Javier Herrera took a deep breath when he saw the rusted gate of the property he hadn’t visited in over 15 years. At 42, the businessman had become one of the richest men in the Toluca Valley. But that simple house in the interior of the State of Mexico represented everything he wanted to forget about his humble childhood. Now he needed to sell the land for a large real estate development that promised to multiply his wealth.
The woman who appeared at the door was clearly frightened and tried to hide a child behind her. Javier noticed the faded fabric of her pink dress and the protective way she held a small boy in her arms while a little girl clung to her dirty skirt. She couldn’t hide the panic in her brown eyes when she realized they had been discovered. “Please, sir, I can explain,” the woman said, her voice trembling.
“How did you get in here?” Javier asked, trying to stay calm as he surveyed the state of the house, which should have been empty. The woman lowered her head, clutching the child in her arms more tightly. “I’m Patricia. Patricia Navarro.” The house looked as if it had been abandoned for years. “We had nowhere else to go.” Javier looked beyond her and noticed that the living room, once covered in dust and cobwebs, now showed signs of life. There were rags strung on a makeshift clothesline, some kitchen utensils arranged on an old table, and mattresses laid out on the floor.
The smell of simple food wafted from the kitchen. “How long have you been living here?” he asked, still processing the situation. “Three months,” Patricia replied, her voice almost a whisper. The boy in her arms couldn’t have been more than three years old, with dark hair and large eyes that watched Javier with curiosity. The girl, who looked about six, was still hiding from her mother, spying on him suspiciously. “Listen, I understand you were in need, but this property is going to be sold,” Javier said, trying to sound firm, but not cruel.
They can’t stay here. Patricia closed her eyes for a moment, as if gathering her courage. You’re the owner, aren’t you? I always knew someone would come someday. I just didn’t think it would be so soon. As if she always knew. The neighbors said the house belonged to a family from the State of Mexico, that the son had become rich and never returned. Javier felt a tightness in his chest. It was true that he had fled that place as soon as he could.
The memories of his mother’s impoverished childhood, struggling to raise him alone after his father abandoned them, of enduring hunger and cold in that very house, were things he preferred to bury in the past. “Well, now I’m back,” he said, more curtly than he intended. Patricia stepped forward, still holding the child. “Sir, I know we have no rights, but could you perhaps give us a week, just one week, so I can find another place?”
One week. Javier hesitated. He was eager to close the deal, but something in the woman’s desperate determination made him stop. “Please, I promise we’ll leave without causing any trouble.” Her voice faltered. “It’s just that I have nowhere to take you now.” Javier looked at the two children. The boy had relaxed in Patricia’s arms and was now watching him with interest, while the girl remained shy. They seemed well cared for despite their simple, patched clothes.
“They are your children. They are my siblings,” Patricia replied, a mixture of pride and sadness in her voice. “I’ve been taking care of them since our parents died, since we were left on our own.” Javier felt a knot form in his stomach. There was something about this situation that stirred up memories he tried to keep buried. “Okay,” he finally said. “One week, but then you’ll have to leave.” The relief on Patricia’s face was instant and touching. “Thank you, sir. Thank you so much. You won’t regret it.”
Javier. My name is Javier Herrera. Thank you, Don Javier. He took one last look at the house and the three figures in the doorway before turning to leave. As he walked back to his car, he couldn’t get the image of Patricia out of his head, holding those children as if they were the most precious things in the world. On the way back to the State of Mexico, Javier called his lawyer. Dr. Salinas, I need to postpone the sale of the property in Cuernavaca for a week.
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