Catarina
I am with my daughter. We are enjoying our patio party. But the vise is tightening more and more and I feel like I am hiding a very heavy truth from her.
I decide to tell her this dark part of my life.
Me:...I....had a daughter in the past....
Yolanda: What?
My heart starts pounding. I want to turn around. To tell her that this is a joke. But it's too late. I have no choice but to finish what I've commented on.
Me: I'm sorry, honey, I....
Yolanda: I thought we told each other everything...
Me: Yolanda, please listen to me.....
I see disbelief on her face. She doesn't believe what she is hearing. She wishes it was a bad dream and that she would wake up any minute. Unfortunately, it is not the case.
I begin to tell her the story. How things happened. She says she knew I ha
