And every time I looked at Valentina, I wondered what her twin might have looked like.
Twenty years after my parents rejected me, I decided to come back.
I thought I was going back to show them that I had survived without them. I wanted them to see the woman they had abandoned.
I arrived in a black Mercedes and stopped in front of the house of my childhood.
The house seemed smaller than in my memories. The gate was rusty, the walls cracked, and the weeds invaded the court where I had played before.
I approached the front door and knocked.
A young woman opened.
For a few seconds, we remained silent.
She looked like a stroke.
She had my eyes, my cheekbones, and the same little mark above her left eyebrow that Valentina has been wearing since she was born.
My heart started to beat the chamade.
“Who are you looking for? ” she asked.
Before I could answer, my parents appeared behind her.
My mother covered her mouth.
My father became livid.
I looked at them and I sketched a cold smile.
“Do you regret leaving me? »
The young woman suddenly grabbed my mother’s hand.
“Grandma,” she whispered, staring at me, “Is this my real mother? »
Time seemed to stop.
“What did she call you? “I asked.
My mother collapsed.
Her knees fell and she collapsed in a chair.
My father tried to shut her up, but she yelled at her.
“No! We’ve hidden this enough! »
Then she confessed the truth.
The second baby was not dead.
My parents followed me after learning where I lived. My mother wanted to take me home, but my father refused. When they found out that I had given birth to twins, he bribed a clinic employee to report the death of one of the babies.
They took my daughter away while I was unconscious.
My father thought he could raise her without anyone discovering that she was the daughter of their “disgraced” teenage daughter. They told the city that the baby was the baby of a deceased distant relative.
They called her Sofia.
