“Liliana, can you show me where your mom is?” he asked, trying to assess the situation further while waiting for the paramedics.

Liliana led him to a small bedroom where her mother lay motionless on the bed, her face ashen and her breathing shallow. It was apparent that she was in no condition to care for herself, let alone her daughter.

Back in the living room, as they waited for medical help, López spoke gently to Liliana, trying to keep her engaged. “You’re very brave, calling for help,” he told her. “You did the right thing.”

Liliana’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Will my mom be okay?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.