At midnight, a 70-year-old mother climbed over the wall to escape from her son’s house. Upon hearing the truth she revealed, everyone burst into tears…
Doña Rosa was already 70 years old. She lived with her eldest son, Javier, and his wife, Patricia, in a spacious, well-located house in town Guadalajara.
During the day, she used to sit on the porch watching the cars go by and occasionally chatting with the neighbors.
Everyone thought she led a peaceful and happy life. But behind closed doors, the reality was very different.
Her daughter-in-law, Patricia, often frowned and murmured that the woman was “just a burden,” that “she was no good for anything when she was old.” Javier, busy with work and business, kept silent and let the comments pass. Rosa considered leaving several times, but her love for her son and grandchildren made her endure.
One night, Rosa overheard the couple arguing in the living room:
— “If your mom stays here, who will pay for the nursing home later?
You have to decide now!”
— “We could sell the land in Tonalá, the one she takes such good care of, and use that money to support her.”
Hearing this, Rosa felt her heart break. That land was her childhood home and also the legacy she wanted to leave her children. She never imagined they would see it only as money.
That same morning, around two o’clock, she made a decision: escape.
Since the front door was locked, she had no choice but to head for the back wall. With what little strength she had left, she climbed as best she could.
Her hands trembled as she clung to the boards, her knees bled as they brushed against the splintered wood, but she didn’t stop. She didn’t know where she would go; she only knew that she had to leave that place she had once called “home.”
Fate played a trick on her: just at that moment, a thief was lurking on the street.
Seeing the old woman, he tried to snatch the bag she was clutching to her chest.
Rosa fell to the ground, terrified, when suddenly a beam of light illuminated her: it was Don Manuel, her truck driver neighbor, who was leaving early for work. Don Manuel ran toward them, scared the thief away, and helped the woman up. When he asked her what was wrong, Rosa could only cry and say:
“I don’t have a home anymore, my son… They don’t want me there.”
Moved, Don Manuel took her home to rest.
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