I Agreed to Clean an Old Woman’s House for 200 Pesos… But the Day She Died and Left a Letter for Me, I Understood Nothing Was What I Thought

My name is Diego.

I’m 21 years old and a university student in Guadalajara.

Studying isn’t cheap, and for someone like me—who doesn’t come from a wealthy family—every peso counts. That’s why I accept any part-time job I can find: tutoring, washing dishes at a cafeteria, carrying boxes at a store.

Anything.

One day, while browsing a Facebook group where people …