In March 2020, the pandemic struck Guayaquil. My partner Patty and I lost our jobs. We were left without a place to live, and had contracted COVID-19. We took refuge at my aunt’s apartment. Patty developed a high fever, her kidneys ached, and her blood pressure dropped. As soon as she started to feel better, my own condition worsened. 

We took turns caring for each other. Medicine had become scarce. In our confinement we made our own remedies; rags dipped in cold water, paracetamol, tea with lemon. Family was our salvation. They gave us a place to stay, medicine, food and even a fan. Without the support of our family, we would have been left with nothing.