The handwriting grew more unsteady after that, the letters becoming larger, less controlled, as if emotion was affecting her ability to maintain her usual careful script.
Since then I lived with two guilts: not being able to save him… and accepting his kindness as if it were endless. When you came to my door, at first I thought you were just another young man doing a job, someone who would clean the house and collect his payment and move on to the next client. But every broth you made me, every hospital visit, every time I saw you come in tired from your other jobs and still smile at me, I felt as if life was giving me one last chance to ask for forgiveness.
Tears were already falling onto the paper, making the ink blur slightly.
In the wardrobe in my bedroom, behind the bottom drawer, there is a metal box. The key is in this envelope. Inside you will find an envelope with money. It is not a fortune, but it is everything I managed to save by selling the few pieces of jewelry I had left and collecting an old debt from years ago. You will also find the deed to this house. My children abandoned it years ago. They never visited me. They only called when they believed I still had something they could take from me. I leave them nothing.
