As a child I had always said I wanted to be a doctor, to heal the wounds of other kids, even though my family, and above all my grandfather, wanted me to be a lawyer like him.
“You’ll help me when you’re older and you finish your studies. I’m getting older and I need you to give me a hand in the office,” he would say whenever he had the chance.
That couldn’t be and he was disappointed, although never for long, because when he said that to me, Carmen would always respond:
“I’ll help you Grandpa and you’ll see, you just teach me what to do, and I’ll do it well.”
Although it wasn’t really the norm for a woman to study law, she was clear when deciding and choosing a career. She never doubted it for a moment, and of course nobody in the family was surprised, although my mother protested say
