She made coffee and dropped her son off with his father in a house down the road. Her mother, 54, saw her from their terrace. She knew what her daughter was doing. It is difficult for him to speak.
“I neither criticize nor condemn,” said the mother.
“There is no more work now,” she added, broken down. ” This is not a life. “
Back in Bogota, Ms. Abello, the mother who had been deported twice during the pandemic, had moved in with a friend, the two families huddled together.
Karol, the aspiring nurse, was doing her best to attend classes, but she couldn’t connect to the school website without the Internet, so a friend downloaded the assignments and texted them. She then completed them by hand, took photos and sent them by SMS. But it was difficult and she was afraid of falling behind.
Nicol, the youngest daughter, was 15 years old. They had a little party, just from the family, and she was wearing Karol’s old black dress, with tulle.
As quarantine relaxed, Ms. Abello finally resumed her job of cleaning a bakery. But her housekeeping clients never asked her to come back, and she earned about half of what she did before. It was not clear when they could move in.
“It was hard for my mother,” said Karol. “As soon as it is finished, I hope she finds a new job and that we can return to our old lives.”