At the time, the promise felt golden. Years later, you would realize it had the thin shine of cheap foil.
When Sofia was born, everything changed so fast it almost made you dizzy. One moment you were a new mother, exhausted and euphoric, staring at a perfect pink little face. The next, Teresa stood at the foot of your bed in the hospital, her mouth drawn thin with disappointment.
“This family will end with you,” she said. “What kind of woman only knows how to give birth to girls? Who is going to carry the name?”
You had still been weak from labor, your body aching, your heart wide open. You remember forcing a smile because there are moments when humiliation arrives so early and so sharply that you don’t know yet how to defend yourself against it.
From that day on, Teresa treated your existence like a stain that would not wash out.
