Chapter 2: Everything She Had
Part 2 ⬇️
I grabbed my keys and wrapped the laptop in a dry dish towel, hands shaking so hard I could barely hold it.
Abuela Rosa followed me to the door, still wearing her apron, her voice small and frightened.
"Mija, please.
Tell me what I did wrong."
"Not now, Abuela," I said, jaw tight.
I couldn't even look at her.
The repair shop was fifteen minutes away.
The technician took one look at the laptop, then at me, and said nothing for a long moment.
"How long was it submerged?"
"I don't know.
Maybe an hour.
Maybe more."
He set it on the counter gently, like it was already a lost cause.
When I got home two hours later, Abuela Rosa was sitting at the kitchen table with her rosary in her hands.
The blue basin was gone.
The table was completely dry.
And next to her chair was a small white envelope.
She slid it across the table without a word.
I opened it.
Inside was every dollar she had — her grocery money, her medication money, everything she'd saved in the small tin box she kept under her bed.
"It is not enough," she whispered.
"But it is everything I have."
That was when I noticed her hands.
They were shaking.
And her eyes — she hadn't just been crying.
She looked genuinely terrified.
"Abuela…
why are you scared?"
She looked away.
And what she said next stopped my heart.
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What Abuela Rosa was hiding had nothing to do with the laptop.
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