I gave 100 euros to a young woman who was asking for milk for her baby; a month later I found out who she really was.

I didn’t pay attention to it.

Until someone said:

—Mrs. Marta.

I turned around.

It was her.

Lucia.

For a moment I didn’t recognize her.

He wasn’t wearing  sportswear .

She was wearing dark pants, a white blouse, and an ID card hanging around her neck.

Her baby was in the arms of an older woman.

Lucia smiled.

—I was looking for her.

I looked at his accreditation.

Under his name it said:

Lucía Ferrer — Health social worker.

I remained motionless.

—Do you work here?