On a rainy Friday afternoon, craving something meaningful beyond the business meetings and social events that filled his days, Leonardo asked his secretary to find a neglected nursing home where he could make a donation. He wanted to do something good, something human.
That’s how he ended up at 19 San Felipe, an aging residence with peeling paint and a musty smell. His plan was simple: hand over a check, take a quick photo for corporate charity records, and leave.
But the moment he stepped inside, something shifted.
The home was bleak — cracked walls, broken armchairs, elderly residents staring blankly at flickering televisions. And then, near a dirty window, he saw her.
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