So the days passed, months, years, without incident, in a simple life, and relatively happy. Maria became a beautiful girl, again closer to his poor mother, growing up healthy and vigorous as plants of the park. The grandmother was getting older, going gray in his hair grow, the threads of silver, disappeared a few teeth from the mouth, her eyes clouded, and already he could not work without glasses, the first wrinkles rippled skin of the temples.

The old Moses after the death of the captain was no longer good, it was like a puppet which had broken wires that make it move, that he had no other intention than that of the master, seemed stunned after the departure of his leadership. He had lost most of his sight and memory, he became increasingly deaf and slumped.

In his last illness he was assisted by the master as two sisters or two daughters. The Mary Magdalene taught to how we are to help the sick, with affection, intelligence, quietly, without making noise around the bed. The girl had learned to make a special soup for the weak stomach, raised his head with the delicate attention, helped him to eat, just administered the remedies prescribed by your doctor.