Rosa Martínez had been a faithful visitor to the blood bank at the Monterrey Metropolitan Hospital for seven years. Always on the first Tuesday of the month. Always at eight in the morning. The nurses knew her well.
“It’s you again, Ms. Rosa?” they joked. “You should have had a sign a long time ago.”
Rose smiled.
He never explained the real reason.
He said that help could save lives.
But the truth was different.
Rosa donated blood because it was the only thing she could do for her son, Daniel, who, according to the newspapers, died in an accident seven years ago.
The truck.
