The CEO of a construction company is left in shock after seeing a female worker who looks exactly like his daughter who disappeared 20 years ago. What he did next will leave you speechless. The construction site of a large apartment complex on the outskirts of Mexico City was bustling with activity from early morning. Huge cranes towered over the site, and the hustle and bustle of the workers filled the air. That day, Gustavo Mendoza, the president of the construction company, was personally visiting the site. Despite being 62 years old, Gustavo walked with an upright posture, inspecting the area. At his side, always like a shadow, was his 60-year-old secretary, Luisa Vargas. She had been his loyal assistant for many years and managed everything from his schedule to the details of his personal life. “Mr. President, this way, please. I’ll show you the area where the framework is finished,” Luisa said, gently taking Gustavo’s arm to guide him. He nodded, his gaze sharp and attentive, meticulously examining every corner of the site. His decades of experience in the construction industry shone through in his eyes. “How is the quality of the materials?” Gustavo asked. “We only use the best, Mr. President. Would you like to check it yourself?” They passed by an area where several workers were cutting and welding steel rods. The metallic clanging filled the air, but something caught Gustavo’s attention abruptly. Among the workers, he saw a young woman wearing a yellow hard hat, a dusty overall, and thick gloves, lifting two bags of cement with other workers. The young woman, about 29 years old, paused to wipe the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and when she turned towards him, their eyes met. Gustavo felt as if the world had stopped. The face, the smile, even the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, reminded him so much of his wife that his hand trembled. The young woman, oblivious to his reaction, returned to her work, carrying beams with a skill that was surprising for her build. Gustavo, however, remained motionless, feeling as if he had just seen a ghost on the construction site. Luisa called out to Gustavo in a low voice, without taking her eyes off the young woman. “Find out that worker’s name.” Luisa, noticing something unusual in her boss’s expression, nodded and discreetly approached the foreman. While she spoke with him, Gustavo stood there, but his attention was fixed on the young woman who, unaware of anything, firmly hammered a board into the scaffolding. Each blow of the hammer resonated in his chest like a memory from a past he thought was lost. “Could it possibly be her?” That thought, barely formulated, sent shivers down his spine. After finishing his inspection of the site, Gustavo returned to his office. Sitting in his spacious office with a panoramic view of the city, he looked out the window, lost in thought. The image of the young worker, with her yellow helmet and the smile that seemed painfully familiar, kept haunting his mind. A lump formed in his throat, and he felt his breath catch. A knock on the door pulled him out of his reverie. Luisa entered, a folder in hand. “Mr. President,” she said in a controlled voice. “I investigated the worker you pointed out. Gustavo looked at her anxiously and took the file with trembling hands. Her name is Helen Torres. She is 29 years old. Her childhood name was Helen Sofia. She lived with her mother, but she passed away 3 years ago. Hearing the name, Gustavo’s face turned pale.
He looked at a family photo on his desk.
Him in his youth, his wife Eugenia, and a little Helen, just past her first birthday, smiling. Helen Sofia! Gustavo murmured in a trembling voice. That was my daughter’s name. Luisa nodded silently. As someone who had been with Gustavo for years, she knew well the pain of losing his family.
Gustavo opened a drawer and took out an old photo album. As he flipped through the pages, pictures of a little Helen appeared. His eyes filled with tears as he saw the girl smiling at the camera. “My Helen,” he said, caressing a photo. Whenever she cried, I would put this butterfly-shaped brooch on her, and she would stop crying instantly.
In the photo, Helen wore a butterfly brooch and was smiling radiantly. Gustavo remembered how he had given her that brooch on her fifth birthday and how she treasured it so much that she even slept with it on. “Mr. President,” Luisa said cautiously, “we should investigate further to see if Helen Torres is really your daughter.” Gustavo interrupted her.
“I agree. But also find out about that employee’s mother.” Luisa nodded and left. Gustavo went back to the window, lost in thought. The next morning, Gustavo arrived at the office earlier than usual. He hadn’t slept all night thinking about Helen Torres.
When Luisa entered after knocking on the door, Gustavo closed the photo album. Luisa is looking again for any trace of Eugenia. 5 years ago…”
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