As he walked through the streets of Iztapalapa, Emiliano felt a strange mix of emotions: curiosity, anxiety, and a slight remorse. Why hadn’t he done this before? How many times had he overlooked Julia’s sacrifices and dedication? Finally, he arrived at her home, a small brick building with an unkempt garden. As he knocked on the door, his heart raced.
Julia opened the door, and her surprise was evident. Her eyes widened in disbelief at seeing her boss in her humble home.
—Mr. Arriaga, what are you doing here? —she asked, her voice filled with incredulity.
—Hello, Julia. I wanted to see you… I wanted to know how you are —Emiliano replied, trying to sound casual, although his voice trembled slightly.
She invited him in, and as he crossed the threshold, Emiliano realized how much he had been missing by not knowing his employee’s life. The house was filled with memories, photographs on the walls telling stories of a struggling family.