Before reaching the foyer, I heard my mother's heels resounding strongly on the marble floor. Our eyes met.
My mother stood just a few steps away from the dining room. She looked as radiant and imposing as always, but with that aura of sympathy and charisma that never left her. Her eyes sparkled with surprise as she gazed intensely at me. She was laden with sadness.
"You left, daughter. Why?" she said with evident melancholy.
For a moment, I wanted to throw myself into her arms and apologize.
The sadness burning in her eyes moved me, even though at that moment, the memory crossed my mind that she had left me when I was just a baby and returned to my life seventeen years later only to tell me that I was not the human being I had always believed myself to be, that everything I knew and
