After the death of your husband, you weren’t the same anymore. You changed and distanced yourself from your family and friends, you wanted to be left alone.

But your friend Miguel didn’t care what you wanted, he cared for your well-being. You stopped eating and just cried the whole day, he wanted to change that as fast as possible.

He sat on your bed, a plate with food in his hand. He let out a sigh, "Come on, it’s for your best to just eat something. Sit up now." His tone was caring but demanding.