As years passed, I raised my children with the help of supportive friends and family. Each of them grew into strong, kind-hearted individuals. Despite the whispers and the shadows of a past I couldn’t fully explain, we built a life filled with love and understanding.
Daniel became a talented musician, pouring his heart into soulful melodies that captivated anyone who listened. Samuel pursued a career in medicine, driven by a desire to help others and perhaps to understand the mysteries that had marked the beginning of his life. Lucía’s vibrant paintings brought joy and beauty to the world, her art reflecting a deep connection to her roots. Andrés developed a passion for social justice, advocating for those whose voices were often unheard. Raquel, the youngest, combined her siblings’ talents into her work as a storyteller, weaving tales that resonated with truth and emotion.
As they grew older, each of them expressed curiosity about the circumstances of their birth. We talked about the day they entered the world, the moment their father walked away, and the silence that followed. They had questions I couldn’t fully answer, and it pained me to see the uncertainty in their eyes. They deserved to know their story, and I was determined to give them the answers they sought.
