After leaving their elderly father alone in the countryside for three years, the three sons moved to the city to open shops and never returned.
Only when they heard that their village’s lands were about to receive billions of pesos in compensation did they rush back… but right at the entrance to the village, the chief delivered news that left them stunned.
Don Mateo, a 75-year-old widower, had lived completely alone in his small inherited home in the quiet countryside of Chiapas since the death of his wife.
He had three sons—Javier, Andrés, and Luis—all married and settled with their families in Mexico City.
At first, they would still call now and then, or send gifts for the Day of the Dead. But gradually, even those small gestures faded away.
For three long years, not one of them returned home.
Don Mateo passed his days tending a small vegetable patch, feeding his chickens, and shuffling slowly around the yard with a bent back and weakened knees.
Once, he collapsed right in front of his house and had to crawl to the road to seek help.
Then one day, word spread through the town: the government was acquiring land for a major development project and offering compensation of up to 5 million pesos per square meter.
The moment his children heard, they returned in their SUVs, accompanied by their wives and children, carrying suitcases, and speaking eagerly about paperwork and appraisals.
But when they stepped out of their vehicles at the entrance to San Miguel de la Sierra, before they could even greet their father, they were met by Don Ramiro, the village chief.
His face was grave, and his words even colder:
“You arrived too late. Two weeks ago, Don Mateo donated all his land to an orphan boy from the village named Emilio. And before signing the documents, he explained his decision very clearly:
‘I’m old and live alone. I don’t even know where my three children are anymore. But this boy… he brings me food every day, cleans my house, massages my back, and buys my medicine. If anyone takes care of me, it’s him I’ll leave what I have to.’”
The three brothers froze, staring at one another in shock and shame.
Javier’s wife, unable to hold back, cried out:
“This is abuse! He’s already old! How could they allow him to sign over the land like this without consulting us?”
But Don Ramiro, calm and unshaken, simply replied:
“There was a lawyer. Government officials were present. The new deeds were issued last week. If you want to contest it, you’ll have to go to the district court in Tuxtla Gutiérrez.”
Only Luis, the youngest and quietest of the three, turned away, his eyes filling with tears.
He remembered all the times his father had called, asking gently,
“Will you be coming home for the holidays?”
And how he always answered,
“I’m busy with a big project, Dad. I’ll make it up to you next year.”
But now… there would be no next year.
Elderly parents don’t need your money. They need your time.
And sometimes, by the time you realize that… it’s already too late.