Chapter 10
Frank and Rose, due to their poor mobility, were trapped and died in the fire. Phillip managed to escape but suffered extensive burns, leaving him paralyzed and bedridden. The insurance I had advised him to buy covered his medical expenses, but he would spend the rest of his life in bed.
Greta had been sent straight to juvenile detention. When I visited her, she was handcuffed, and flanked by police officers.
The moment she saw me, tears started streaming down her face. “Mom, I’m sorry. Don’t leave me. I don’t want to be here!” she cried so hard that she almost passed out.
I left without saying a word.
Seeing how heartless I was, Greta broke down. “Blanca, you bitch! You didn’t help me. When I get out, I’ll kill you!”
I turned to her and smiled, “Sure, I’ll be waiting, but you won’t have the chance.”
Due to the severity of her actions, Greta faced a twenty–year prison sentence once she turned eighteen.
I started a new life in the neighboring city and adopted many homeless children. Not only did I provide them with shelter, but I also taught them to read and instilled values in them.
Some of them went on to attend prestigious universities, and others studied abroad through their own efforts. Every Christmas, they would visit me and chat with me affectionately.
Greta was my daughter, but she had never learned to appreciate what I had done for her, while I helped these children in times of need, and they remembered my kindness. I would keep moving on this path of charity for the rest of my life.
The end
