At 74 I married a woman 38 years younger than me. Everyone thought I had lost my mind… But one night, my humble domestic worker heard a conversation and said, “Mr.simo Richard, if you don’t listen to me right now, tomorrow may be too late.”

But inside it hurt me.

A young woman named Rachel worked in our house. She was twenty-nine years old, a little stuffed and always dressed with simplicity. Her mother needed a major operation, and Rachel worked from morning to night trying to save enough money to pay for medical expenses.

Vanessa didn’t like it.

“Move faster,” he often said abruptly. I’m not paying you to walk around my house.

Once, in front of several guests, he even said:

“If you keep this up, I’ll have to ask you for a new uniform. That one won’t be left for long.

Rachel said nothing.

He just lowered his head.

I saw his eyes fill with tears.

That night, for the first time, I was ashamed of my wife’s behavior.

But everything changed on a Tuesday night.

It was almost eleven when Rachel knocked on my office door.