For years, I worked during the day and studied at night. Clean, I was a waitress and I sold handmade accessories online. Slowly, my small business grew a commission generated by hundreds of them, a small store has become a business. When Valentina grew up, she had built an empire of invaluable value, far beyond what anyone in my hometown could have imagined.
But success never erased the memory of this closed door.
Twenty years after being rejected by my parents, I came back.
I arrived in a luxurious black car and stood in front of the old house where my childhood was over. The walls were cracked. The door was rusty. My hands were shaking when I hit.
A young woman opened the door.
It looked like a stroke. Before I could talk, my parents showed up behind her. My mother covered her mouth. My father became livid.
I smiled and asked, “Do you regret it now that you have rejected me?”
But suddenly the girl grabbed my mother’s hand and whispered five words that hurt my blood.
So, my mother revealed the secret they had hidden for twenty years... READ THE REST OF THE STORY IN THE FIRST 
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I was fifteen when two pink lines destroyed the only life I have ever known.
My hands were shaking when I was putting the pregnancy test in the bathroom sink. It was still in the tenth year. I had no money or plan, and I had no idea how I was going to raise a child.
But nothing terrified me more than telling my parents.
My mother looked at my stomach as if she had brought shame into the house. My father didn't ask me if I was safe or if the boy's father had abandoned me. Just point your finger at the front door.
“You disgraced this family,” he said coldly. “From now on, you are no longer our daughter. »
My mother started crying, but she didn't stop him.
That same night, I was kicked out.
I left with a small bag of clothes and less than twenty dollars. The next morning, everyone in town knew. We whispered when I was walking around the market. The women in front of the church lowered their voices and stared at my surrounding belly.
For several weeks, I slept where I could. Finally, an old woman named Rosa allowed me to rent a small room behind her home, near Guadalajara. He didn’t ask me almost anything and sometimes left food outside my door without saying a word.
I worked until exhaustion.
When the job started, Rosa took me to a small private clinic. There was no member of my family waiting outside. No one took me by the hand except Rosa.
The birth was difficult.
I remember hearing a baby cry.
Then I heard a nurse screaming that there was another child.
Twins.
I didn’t know because I had barely received any medical follow-up during my pregnancy.
We put the first baby in my arms. I had black hair and smaller fingers I've seen. I called her Valentina.
The second baby was taken before he could see his face.
A doctor returned a few minutes later and told me that he had not survived.
I cried until I was exhausted.
