But instead of opening it, he shook it to remove the dust. Then he carefully approached Don Enrico and slowly returned it to the old man's jacket pocket, without waking him.
Don Enrico froze. Didn't he take a single peso?
But that wasn't all.
It was midday, and the sun was beating down. The heat streamed through the window and shone directly on Don Enrico's face.
In his feigned blink, he saw Buboy approaching again.
The boy took his school notebook out of his backpack.
He sat on the floor of the truck, next to Don Enrico's seat.
He held up the notebook and used it to shield the old man's face, keeping the sun from bothering him.
Don Enrico felt the heat disappear from his face. He saw the thin boy, his arm already trembling with exhaustion, but he didn't lower the notebook so his "boss" could sleep comfortably.
With his other hand, Buboy took a fan and began to gently fan him, since the air conditioning in the back wasn't working.
Don Enrico heard the boy murmur:
"Sleep well, Grandpa, sir. You must be very tired. My dad is always tired too."
Tears began to stream down Don Enrico's face.
For years, his own family had only fought over his money. No one asked him if he was tired. No one cared for him.
But this boy, who had nothing, worried about him without expecting anything in return.
Don Enrico couldn't take it anymore. He pretended to wake up.
"Oh!" Buboy said, startled, as he hid the notebook. "He's awake, sir. Sorry, I didn't mean to get too close."
Don Enrico took Buboy's hand.
Néstor panicked as he drove.
"Sir! Forgive me! Did my son bother you? I'll punish him later!" Don't fire us, please!
"Pull over, Nestor!" Don Enrico ordered.
Néstor obeyed, trembling.
"Get out!" Enrico shouted.
Father and son got out, terrified. They thought he was going to leave them stranded on the side of the road.
Don Enrico approached Buboy.
"Boy," he said seriously, "my wallet fell a while ago. I saw you pick it up."
