“She died trying to save you.”
That was the second blow. My mother hadn’t just loved me. She had given her last night for me. That is why, on Father’s Day, when Fernando called me a failure, it no longer broke me. It only confirmed who he was. I put the DNA test, the adoption certificate, a copy of the land agreement, and a letter from me inside the envelope. I didn’t insult him. I only wrote: “I already know that I am not your biological daughter. I already know that you adopted me for business. I don’t want your inheritance. I don’t want your surname as a chain. I only wanted you to know that I am no longer going to beg for love where there was only contempt.” When I left the mansion, I didn’t run. I walked slowly to my Honda. I heard my name behind me, but I didn’t turn around. I found out later what happened. Fernando opened the envelope in front of everyone. First he saw the DNA test. Then the certificate. Then the agreement. Graciela, nervous, read the worst part out loud.
