“My mother worked as a house cleaner, and whenever she couldn’t find someone to watch me, she’d take me along to help. I’d spend the day by her side, assisting as we cleaned different families’ homes.
One day, after she was unexpectedly hospitalized, my father decided to drop me off at one of the homes she regularly cleaned so I could complete the work. It happened to belong to a wealthy student from my school.
I remember feeling both nervous and determined to do my best. While I was about halfway through, the student’s mother walked in and noticed me.
She appeared surprised but kindly asked what was happening. I explained the situation, and after listening, she was understanding enough to let me continue. She even paid me for the work. I felt relieved at the time, but in hindsight, I don’t think we ever returned to that house again.”