Millionaire Arrives Home Early… and Almost Faints at What He Sees
Carmen Rodríguez has a degree in pedagogy from the National Autonomous University of Mexico, but she never practiced the profession. “Why would someone with higher education accept a job as a domestic worker, Mr. Carlos?” Carmen turned pale. “I can explain,” she said, her voice trembling. “You don’t need to explain to me,” Carlos said, “but I would like to understand.
When I graduated, my father lost his job, and I needed to support my family. I have three younger siblings whom I raised after our mother left. I didn’t have time to look for a job in the area because I needed money immediately. And why didn’t you mention your education when you came to work here?” “Because people get suspicious.
They think I’m going to leave at the first opportunity or that I’m up to something. I just wanted to work and help my family.” Dolores shook her head. “See, she admits she’s only here for the money.” “That’s not true,” Carmen replied firmly. “I started working for the money, that’s true, but I really grew fond of Valentina.”
She reminds me so much of myself when I was her age. And how do you plan to support your siblings if you decide to work in education? Carlos asked. I don’t plan to, sir. My siblings are my priority. The oldest is already 17 and works part-time. He’ll graduate in two years and can help with the younger ones. Then, maybe I’ll consider changing careers. Dolores crossed her arms.
