Rosa never interrupted. She worked with silent focus and even left little notes sometimes—Leo’s bottle warmer wasn’t heating properly today, I unplugged and cleaned it just in case. What surprised Clara most was how Rosa handled Leo.
He had taken to her instantly. There were no tears, no tantrums. She read to him in Spanish, hummed old lullabies Clara didn’t recognize, and somehow managed to keep him entertained for hours without resorting to screens. Soon, Rosa wasn’t just a part of their routine.