A mother is never forgotten

    It is said that in the city of León, a widow fell into depression after losing her only daughter. Her condition worsened to the point where she didn't want to get out of bed, let alone find the strength to ask for help and seek out a doctor.

    In her illness, she lamented that she had no one to care for her. She cried, thinking that she would surely die without remedy, without a soul to pity her condition, because she was poor and lived in a small house far from the city.

    Suddenly, three sharp knocks on the door interrupted her thoughts, and a doctor appeared with his young smile, breaking through the room filled with sadness. The good man explained to her that a little girl of about 6 years old had come to his house in the middle of the night to inform him of her mother's grave condition.

    The woman, frightened and pale, explained that it was impossible. Her only daughter had tragically died a year ago. Trembling, she pointed to the only portrait of the girl, clean of dust and properly hung on the wall.

    “It was her,” said the doctor, with sincere astonishment. “She was the one who worriedly knocked on my door and asked me to take care of you."