— “Stop making a scandal! Your priest will come and see what kind of girl you are!”

The screams came from the second floor of the mansion.
At the back door, Valentina stood, alarmed, listening to a girl’s desperate cry.
A few seconds later, an enraged voice echoed:

— “¡Nadie te soporta más!

A door closed with a blow.

— “Ay, what situation…” murmured Carmen , the oldest employee, when receiving Valentina.
— “La señora is furious again.”
— “¿Qué señora?” Valentina asked, confused.
— “Doña Fabiana. La madrastra de la niña.”

The bell continued to resonate throughout the house.
— “¿Y el padre?” asked Valentina.
Carmen sighed.
— “Travelling. Always traveling. This house lives like this… and I warn you, darling, this job is not easy.”

But Valentina didn’t have a second thought.
Drop the bag on the floor and climb the stairs , following the sound of the wind.

In the country, a woman was blushing, elegant and proud, leaving a room , closing the door with strength.
Its expensive perfume contrasted with the tension of the environment.

— “You must be the new employee,” says Fabiana , with a forced smile as she settles her hair.
— “That’s right, because I have to get out. The girl is having a tail. When she calms down, you can start cleaning.”

— “¿Esta bien la niña?” Valentina asked, worried.
— “Yes, of course. He’s just making a drama, as always.”

Fabiana rushed down the stairs, took her pocket and exited through the main door.
The silence returned… interrupted only by the sounds that continued coming from the bottom of the country.

Valentina approached and gently touched the door.
— “Hola, little one… Can I come in?”

The llanto went out a little.
— “I won’t make you sick, I promise you,” I say in a sweet voice.

Open the space door.
On the floor, a girl with brown hair was sitting, hugging her legs.
His face was full of tears and his eyes were swollen from crying so much.

— “Hola, linda… ¿como te llamas?”
The girl doubted an instant.
— “Melissa.”
— “Melissa… what a beautiful name. I’m Tina. Why are you crying?”
Melissa felt her stomach.
— “Me duele…”
— “¿Tienes hambre?”

The little one sat in silence.

Valentina looked around: the room was empty, without toys, without food, without joy.
I went to the kitchen, prepared a pot of milk and had some chicken.
When she returned, Melissa ate in space, with fear, as if she had feared being punished by him.
Valentina sat next to her and stroked her hair.

— “Tranquila, mi amor… ya estás bemen.”

Immediately, the main door opened with force .
A tall man, wearing dark clothes and a tired look, appeared.
It was the priest. The millionaire.

— “What’s happening here?” Leonardo asked , surprised to see his new employee in his daughter’s home.

Before Valentina could respond, Melissa ran and hid behind her , holding on to her skirt.
The man became motionless.

— “¿Melissa?” he murmured, in a broken voice.
The girl was blatant, refusing to leave.

Valentina looked at him firmly.
— “I found it alone, crying, with my hambre. I don’t know what your wife is when we’re not here, but…”

Leonardo turned pale.
— “Fabiana tells me she’s fine.”
— “Pues no lo está,” replied Valentina calmly.
— “Y creo que hace mucho tiempo que no lo está.”

The man rushed in front of his daughter.
— “My love… are you true?”

Melissa broke off at once and hugged her ass.
And in that embrace, all the truth that I had wanted to ignore came out into the light.

A few days later, Fabiana was expelled from the mansion , after discovering what was happening to the girl.
Valentina, anyway, that’s it.
On the ground as an employee, as a protector , and with time, as part of the family .

And every time Melissa dreamed and called her “Aunt Tina”, Leonardo remembered the day he discovered that a senile woman could have a heart more valuable than her entire fortune.