I saw my daughter begging in the street while carrying her baby… She told me her husband had… When I stopped at the red light, I saw my daughter begging, counting coins while holding her baby in her arms.

A social worker.

Not to get revenge.

But to protect.

Because whoever touches a child, touches the soul of a father.

Weeks later, Sofia smiled again.

Not like before, not yet… but she was smiling.

Valentina gained weight, and began to laugh with that sound that resembles small bells.

One day, Sofia sat next to me in the courtyard and said:

—Dad… I thought you’d be embarrassed to see me like this.

I looked at her, and with my hand I arranged her hair like when she was a child.

—It would be shameful not to have picked you up.

It would be shameful to have left you alone.