Urso
I lost it. I was completely out of my mind the moment I saw that woman. That scourge. That wretch who had the nerve to show up there, at the hospital where my daughter was recovering from heart surgery. At the hospital I knew better than my own home. Where I spent sleepless nights, praying, sweating, crying, swallowing every silent fear so as not to break down. Living this nightmare all over again, like I did 4 years ago, only alone. The difference was that this time I had people by my side, I had support. For her to show up there, after abandoning me, as if she had any right, as if she were a mother, as if she had a voice. And when she dared to call me, when she had the audacity to shout that she wanted to see our daughter, when she pointed her dirty finger at my face and called
