What would you do if after 30 years you found out that everything in your life was a lie? Diego Santa Maria, a 28-year-old billionaire, was driving his Lamborghini when he saw something that broke his heart. His nanny, the woman he loved most in the world, was selling candy on the street like a homeless woman, but what he discovered next changed everything forever. Hello, my dear family.
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Diego Santa María is not just a millionaire. My dear friends, at the age of 28 this young man has already built an intellectual empire worth over 500 million pesos. His company, Tecnomex Solutions, has offices in 15 countries and employs over 3,000 people.
He lives alone in a three-story mansion in Lomas de Chapultepec, which is 2000 m², with an infinity pool, tennis court and a garage for 20 luxury cars. His collection includes three Ferraris, two Lamborghinis, a Bugatti and even a private helicopter to avoid the traffic of Mexico City. But here’s the sad part, my people.
Diego grew up with a huge emptiness in his chest. His father, Ricardo Santa María, was a successful businessman who died in a plane crash when Diego was only 10 years old, leaving him alone with his mother, Isabela Santa María, a cold woman of high society in Mexico.
Isabela comes from an Ancestry family, the Vázquez de la Torres, who have owned haciendas since the Porfiriato era. She is a beautiful but calculating woman who has never worked a day in her life and who sees her son more as an extension of her social status than as a human being with feelings. What no one knows is that Diego has suffered from severe depression and has been dreaming every night since he was eight years old.
He dreams of a woman with brown skin, soft hands and a soft smile, who sings mañanitas to him on his birthday, makes quesadillas with extra cheese and cures him with herbs when he is sick. In his most vivid dream, this woman bathes him in warm water in a blue plastic tub.
He told her stories about the crying woman when she wasn’t afraid, and carried her in his arms when she was afraid of the storm. But she always woke up crying because she couldn’t clearly remember who she was. Diego went to 15 different psychologists. She tried antidepressants, alternative therapies and even traveled to spiritual retreats in Tulum, but nothing filled that emptiness in her heart.
Esperanza Morales was born in a small town in Michoacán called Santa Clara del Cobre, where her family made pots and jars of hammered copper. At the age of 18 she came to Mexico City with a dream, to study to become a teacher and help poor children. She worked during the day cleaning houses and at night she attended a night school for domestic workers.
She was a hardworking, honest woman with a heart as big as the world. She never married because she said God had not sent her to the right man. She came to work for the Santa María family in 1987, when she was 35 years old and Diego was only 6 months old. From the first day she saw him, she knew that the baby was the child that God had not given her. She took care of him as if he were a precious jewel.
She woke up when the child cried. She fed him by the mouth with infinite patience. She bathed him singing songs from her village and carried him in her arms until he fell asleep on her chest. For Diego, hope was not the nanny, she was his real mother in every way.
Esperanza taught him to walk, to say his first words, esp instead of mom, to use the bathroom, to tie his shoelaces and to pray the Lord’s Prayer before bed. She was the one who took him to the doctor when he was sick, who went to kindergarten meetings, and who comforted him when he had nightmares.
Esperanza’s favorite day was Sunday, her day off, because Diego always cried for him to stay. She made tortillas by hand, took him to mass at the church of San Judas Tadeo and bought him tamarind shaved ice in the park. But fate had prepared for him the cruelest betrayal imaginable. In 1995, when Diego was eight years old and considered her his real mother, Esperanza was brutally thrown out of the only family he had ever known.
August 15, 2025 began like any normal Wednesday for Diego, but fate had other plans. This morning I woke up at 5:30 a.m. with the same nightmare as before. A woman was singing to him, “Sleep, my child, sleep, my sun; for the fish in the river are asleep.” He showered in his Carrara marble bathroom, put on an 80,000 peso Armani suit and went downstairs to have breakfast alone in his dining room for 24 people.
His personal chef, François, had prepared eggs benedict for him with smoked salmon and caviar, but Diego barely managed to take two bites. “Why do I always dream about the same thing?” he wondered as he watched the news on his 85-inch TV. “My mother told me that the woman left me for money, but why do my memories seem so real?” Around 7:30 a.m., his chauffeur, Roberto, drove him to the Rolls-Royce.
Transferred to the offices of Tecnomex Solutions in Santa Fe. That day they had an important meeting with Japanese investors who wanted to buy 30% of their company for m000000 dollars. But during the entire presentation, Diego could not concentrate. His partners, Mr. Hernández and engineer Martínez noticed that he was distracted, but they did not dare to ask him what was wrong.
Gentlemen, Diego told them at 2 pm that the meeting was interrupted, cancel everything for now. I need fresh air. His employees were surprised that Diego never canceled important meetings. But he had already made his decision. He drove alone throughout the city until his thoughts were clear. he got into his Lamborghini Veneno Roja y Negra, a car he bought for 4.
5 million pesos as a birthday present and had no intention of leaving Santa Fe. Meanwhile, in a neighborhood of Doctores, Esperanza Morales woke up at 4:30 a.m. in her 3 m gas room, which she rented for 1,500 pesos per month. Her day began with a 45-minute walk to the Merced market to buy her groceries, sweets, chewing gum and loose cigarettes.
With the 200 pesos she had saved, she bought five bags of Coronado popsicles, three of Trident chewing gum, two cartons of Malboro cigars sold loose and a bag of Choco Roles chocolates. All of that weighed about 10 kg, but Esperanza had learned to carry the weight after 30 years of working in anything like this. At around 6:30 a.m. she was at the first corner, insurgents with Reforma.
She stayed there until 10 a.m. when she moved to Reforma, which had a pink zone. At 2 pm he went to Insurgentes with a viaduct and finished his day in the historic center until 8 pm. That day he had sold very little, only 80 pesos for the whole day. He didn’t even have enough food and room to pay. His feet were swollen inside the shoes he had found in the trash.
His back ached from carrying the heavy bag and the August sun hit him directly on his wrinkled face. “Virgin of Guadalupe,” he whispered as he waited for the traffic light at the reform. Give me strength for another day and if my little son is healed, wherever he is, protect him with your sacred cloak. Destiny, my friends, has perfectly timed the moment when these two broken souls will meet at the same traffic light.
And then came the moment that would change everything forever. My dears, Diego had been driving aimlessly for 2 hours, passing through Polanco, Roma Norte and finally arriving in the city center. It was 4:47 pm when he stopped at the traffic light at Reforma and Insurgentes. The voice of his stereo was echoing.
Kiss Me A Lot, by Consuelo Velázquez, when he suddenly saw a figure that froze the blood in his veins. An old woman, perhaps 65, was slowly approaching between the cars. Her gray hair was pulled back in a long braid that reached her waist, a sun-faded sky-blue blouse, a brown sweater full of homemade furrows, and a denim skirt that had seen better days.
Her wrinkled and sun-stained hands held a transparent bag full of colored palettes, mint gum, Charles V chocolates, and loose cigarettes. He walked slowly, weary steps, offering his wares to each driver with a shy smile.
But when he reached Diego’s Lamborghini and his eyes met in the mirror, Holy God. The whole world stopped in that moment. Diego felt as if lightning had struck his chest. Those eyes, those bright brown eyes with long eyelashes that he had seen in his dreams a thousand times. It was her, she was the woman of his nightmares, but also of his most tender memories.
It can’t be, it can’t be,” Diego whispered, his hands shaking so hard on the steering wheel that he could barely control it. “Esperanza, it’s you, isn’t it, my God? Is it you?” Esperanza was also scared like a statue of salt. That child in the luxury car, those emerald green eyes that I knew too, that upturned nose that I had kissed a thousand times when I was a baby. That was his little son.
Diego whispered in a broken voice, the bag of sweets almost falling. My God, is that you, my beautiful son? The cars behind him began to honk because the traffic light had turned green, but Diego couldn’t move. His nanny, the woman who had been his world for the first eight years of his life, was there, broken, old, turned into a street vendor. This wasn’t true, Diego told himself.
This had to be a hallucination. My mother told me that this woman had left me for money, but here she was working on the street like a homeless woman. Without thinking about it for a second, Diego killed the Lamborghini’s engine, turned on the hazard lights and opened the door.
He got out of the car like a madman, left the keys and the machine of four 5 million pesos without protection. he stood in front of Esperanza with his hands on his head as he could not process what he was seeing. It was as if his two worlds, his dreams and his reality, had collided head-on.
No way, no way, Diego shouted like a madman, calling the attention of everyone passing by. My mother told me to leave because you wanted our money. She told me you were a thief. Who is waiting for us? Esperanza began to cry like a madeleine with thick tears running down her wrinkled cheeks. With her trembling hands covered in calluses, she tried to touch Diego’s face, but he instinctively pulled back, confused and broken.
“Oh, my dear child, I never left you for money,” he said between the suckers that came from his soul. I loved you more than my own life, more than my eyes, more than everything that exists in this world. So why are you “Go away?” Diego shouted at her with tears streaming down his face. “I’ve been crying for you for months.
I looked for you all over the house screaming hope, hope, hope. Until Mommy finally silenced me. Esperanza covered her mouth in fear. “Oh my God. Your mother beat you. She told me you were bad, that you left me, that you wouldn’t come back because you had our money,” Diego continued.
“But I still dream about you. I dreamt that you sang to me and cooked quesadillas for me. Cars started honking their horns and some drivers got out to yell at them to get out, but Diego and Esperanza didn’t care about anything else in the universe.
30 years of pain, unanswered questions and suppressed love were overflowing in the middle of Reforma Avenue. “My little son,” Esperanza told him, her voice splitting in two. “Your mother kissed me and threatened me. She told me terrible things that weren’t true. She accused me of stealing and told me that if I ever came near you again, she would lock me up.
“But why didn’t you come looking for me later?” Diego asked him desperately. “Why didn’t you tell me that it was a lie? Because I didn’t have the money to fight such a powerful family, my little son. And why?” Because your mother told me that you no longer love me, that you no longer remember me and that it would be better for me to forget you forever. There, standing in the middle of the heaviest traffic in Mexico City, with hundreds of people watching the show and some even recording it with their cell phones, Diego realized the terrible truth of what had happened during these 30 years
years. Esperanza asked him in a trembling voice. For so many years, where have you lived? How have you survived? Esperanza lowered her gaze in deep shame. She did not want to tell her beloved daughter about the humiliations she had suffered, but she had to let him know the truth. My little daughter, I live in hostels when there is a room, in guest houses when I have money and on the streets when there is nothing else.
I had worked everything, cleaning houses for 200 pesos a day, caring for the sick in hospitals at night, selling tamales on the subway, washing other people’s clothes. Every word was like a knife to Diego’s heart. As he slept on king-size beds with Egyptian silk sheets, his hope slept on damp cardboard. As he ate at the best restaurants in Polanco, he hadn’t tasted food in days.
“Haven’t you found a permanent job yet?” she asked, although she was already afraid of the answer. “No, my child,” Esperanza replied, fresh from her tears. My mother said I would never find a job as a mother. I once told all the rich families that I was a thief who stole jewelry, that they couldn’t trust me.
A group of curious people formed around them. Some whispered, “Look, that rich man is crying with the candy girl.” Others said, “Maybe he caught up with her and now she’s hurting.” But some, the older ones, recognized that they were witnessing something very profound. “You have a family, there’s hope.
Do you have a child of your own?” Diego asked, praying inwardly that someone had been taking care of him for years. “No, my child,” he replied with a sad smile. “You are my only family. I never married, I never had children, because all my love, all my heart was for you, and when they took me away from your side, everything inside died.
But what about your parents? Your siblings in Michoacán, they died many years ago, my little one. My parents when you were about 5 years old and my siblings went to the United States and I lost contact with them. In this world, you are the only one I have left.” Diego felt like he was going to be crushed by the weight of guilt. He had sacrificed this woman his whole life for her.
He had given up having a family of his own to take care of her and he had grown to hate her. People started to save more. A few traffic policemen approached and reporters from a news program that was passing by began to record. Diego realized that they had to get out of there. Diego gently held her He took Esperanza’s arm and led her to his Lamborghini, but she refused. No, son, I can’t ride in that fancy car.
Look at me, I’m dirty. I smell bad. I don’t care, Diego shouted. Jump up right now. We need to talk in private. Her hope was to get into the luxury car with great sadness, trying not to touch anything so as not to get it dirty. As Diego started the engine and began to drive to a quieter area, Esperanza began to tell him the most devastating details of her ordeal.
“Son,” she said in a trembling voice, “After your mother ran me over, I was literally standing on the street wearing only the clothes I was wearing. I had no money, no references, nowhere to go. Allate!” Diego shouted at her, stopping in the parking lot of the park, but not out of anger at her, but because she couldn’t bear the pain. Tell me more, I can’t hear it anymore.
But Esperanza had to speak after 30 years of silence. In the first weeks I slept on sidewalks, in ATMs, on the steps of churches. He ate from the trash when he saw something that wasn’t too bad. “Enough!” Diego shouted, pounding the steering wheel with his fists, but the words kept coming out like emotional bleeding.
There were bad people who took advantage of me, my little boy, men who knew I had nowhere to go and did terrible things to me in exchange for a place to sleep for a night. Diego covered his ears like a child, but Esperanza continued. I got pneumonia and spent three weeks alone in a public hospital, with no one visiting me.
The doctors asked me about my family and I told them I had a child, but they didn’t know where I was. You only looked for me when I was older. Of course, my little boy. When you turned 18, I looked for you at home, but your mother had private security and when I told them I was your nanny, they told me they had warrants to arrest me if I was anywhere near.
I’ve been trying for years. I’ve asked at the schools you went to, at the places you worked, but your mother always came forward and told them I was crazy and that you were being persecuted. Diego got out of the car and threw up on the grass in the park. The weight of the truth was too much for his mind and stomach.
Diego drove like a madman until he reached his mansion in the mountains with the hope of silence by his side, not daring to speak anymore after seeing her reaction. When they reached the door, Esperanza’s jaw dropped. The mansion had a pink quarry facade, gardens like a magazine, and a fountain in the entrance that cost more than anything he had ever earned.
Son, is all this wealth yours? Yes, Diego answered bitterly. All of this, my companies, my cars, my bank accounts, all of this comes from my family’s money. They entered the house and Esperanza almost fainted. 6-meter-high ceilings, Italian marble floors, museum-quality furniture, and works of art worth a fortune. Her world was so different from his.
Diego went straight to his master bedroom, a room bigger than the entire neighborhood where Esperanza lived, and threw himself on the mahogany floor to cry because he hadn’t cried since he was a child. How could I be blind? He shouted to himself, pounding the floor with his fists.
Why didn’t I realize that my mother had lied to me my whole life? She remembered all the times she had dreamed of hope and woke up with guilt for losing a thief all the time her mother had told her, “That woman only wanted our money, so she left when she got what she was looking for.”
Esperanza stayed in the room not daring to touch anything, feeling out of place in that luxurious palace. She saw Diego’s pictures on the walls, graduations, trips, awards and she realized that her entire life had been lost. Meanwhile, Esperanza began to remember her little house under the bridge in the Doctores neighborhood, a two-by-two meter space made of sheets of cardboard, plastic and pieces of wood she found in the trash.
There she had only her belongings. A blurry photo of Diego when he was just three years old that she had managed to steal before he was thrown out, a blue blanket that she had used as a baby and kept as a treasure, a plastic rosary that a nun had given her and a notebook in which she had written letters to Diego that she had never sent. My God, Esperanza thought.
My son lived like a king while I slept in a cardboard box, but at least he grew up healthy and strong. That was all that mattered. That night Diego could not sleep. He lay awake and stared at the ceiling, wondering how Esperanza had survived 30 years on the street while she lived in complete luxury. “Tomorrow I will face my mother,” he told himself.
I will tell her the whole truth even though it hurts my soul. But fate had other plans for Diego and Esperanza. At around 3:17 in the morning, Diego’s phone rang with an urgent, urgent call. It was Dr. Roberto Mendoza from Angeles Hospital. I’m sorry to wake you up at this hour, but your mother has suffered a massive stroke.
The ambulance brought her in an hour ago. He had to come right away. Diego jumped out of bed like a spring. He had forgotten for a moment that Esperanza was sleeping in the guest room. The first decent roof he had experienced in 30 years. Hope! He shouted from the hallway.
My mother is in the hospital. I have to go now. Esperanza ran away, still wearing the same clothes she had worn the day before because she had nothing else to wear. Son, what happened to Ms. Isabela? A stroke. The doctors said she was serious. All the way to the Lamborghini hospital, Diego couldn’t help but think, “What if she dies before I can ask her why she lied to me? And what if I don’t know the whole truth.” When they arrived at Angeles Hospital, Diego found his mother connected to 1000
devices in the intensive care unit. The doctors told him, “She is conscious, but very weak. The stroke affected part of her brain. These may be her last hours.” When Diego approached the bed, Isabela was struggling to open her eyes. Her right side was paralyzed but she still couldn’t speak.
“How was your day, how was your day?” And that’s when Diego decided to drop the bomb that would change everything. Mom, I found Esperanza. Hearing that name, Isabela turned as pale as a piece of paper. Her eyes were filled with absolute fear and she began to tremble like a leaf in the wind.
No, it can’t be, Isabela whispered with tears of fear running down her cheeks. Where? Where did you find it? Selling candy on the street, Mom. Selling candy on the street like a homeless woman. She told me you lied to her. In those moments, something crashed into Isabela’s mind. 30 years of lies, of buried guilt, of secrets kept like time bombs.
Everything began to come out like an unstoppable avalanche that would bury the official version of history forever. Isabela began to break out in a cold sweat and breathe with great difficulty. The hospital monitors began to sound the alarm because her blood pressure had risen to a dangerous level. level.
“Diego, my son,” she whispered in a trembling voice, holding her son’s hand with the little strength she had left. “There are things I haven’t told you, there are things I haven’t done.” “What are the things, Mother?” Diego asked, although inside she already suspected that what she was about to hear would destroy her soul. Isabela closed her eyes and the first confessions began to emerge like pus from an infected wound. Hope. Esperanza, my little daughter, never stole anything.
I made those accusations because I couldn’t bear to see you happier with her than with me. Because of what? Diego shouted, calling the nurses’ attention. Jealous as a madman, Isabela confessed while shedding tears of shame. Because when you cried when you were little, you just calmed down with her.
Because when you get hurt running, you cry out for hope and not for mom, because when I came back from my trips, you ran to hug her first. Diego felt as if the floor had opened up under his feet. Everything he believed about his childhood was a cruel lie created by his own mother’s unhealthy jealousy.
“But that’s not all, my little child,” Isabela continued, knowing that every word brought her closer to her eternal doom. “Your father, your father left something very important to Esperanza in his will, something that I hid and stole. What did my father leave you?” Diego shouted, grabbing his mother’s shoulder so tightly that she almost hurt. 50 million pesos, Diego.
Your father left 50 million pesos to Esperanza because he knew that the love he had for raising you was greater than what I could give you. Diego was cold. But, if Dad left you that money, where is it? What happened to it? The most terrible confession has yet to come. I am applying for the documents, son. I kissed the notary.
I thought that Esperanza had already abandoned the inheritance and hidden all the money. What do you mean you hid everything? That money Diego, the money I stole from Esperanza is what I used to grow our wealth after your father died. Everything you have today, all of it comes from the money I stole from the woman you love most in the world.
Diego was so dizzy that he had to sit down in a chair. His company, his mansion, his fancy cars, his millionaire bank account, everything was built on money stolen from hope. “My little child,” continued Isabela, seeing that she was dying and that this was her last chance to confess, but that was not all.
There is more, more you need to know. Isabela knew that she was dying and that this was her only chance to clear her conscience before facing God’s judgment. In a voice that was getting weaker and weaker, she began to confess her darkest secret. Diego, when I ran away from Esperanza, I not only accused her of being a thief, but I also paid the police to arrest her for a robbery she did not commit.
What did you do? What? Diego shouted, unable to believe what he was hearing. I paid 50,000 pesos to Commander Raúes to have him imprisoned for three days, accused of stealing jewelry from a house. I want to humiliate him so much that he will never dare to come near you again. Diego stood up from his chair like a madman. Mother, are you telling me that Esperanza is in prison for you? Yes, my little girl. And that’s where they raped her.
The prison guards abused her because they knew she had no family or money to defend herself. Diego vomited right there on the hospital floor. His hope, his mother in his heart, had been raped in a prison because of the lies of his biological mother.
And what else?, Diego asked, although he no longer knew if his heart could handle the revelations. When she got out of prison, I hired a private investigator to follow her and make sure she couldn’t get a decent job. Every time someone hired her as a nanny, I called them and told them she was an ex-con and a thief.
That’s why she can’t get ahead,” Diego whispered, finally understanding why Esperanza was selling candy on the street. I also paid people in the government to deny me any social support. When he tried to join the senior assistance programs, his false background came to light and he was rejected. Diego collapsed on the hospital floor to cry.
Mom, how could you be so terrible? How could you ruin an innocent woman’s life? I’m scared, my child. I’m scared that when you grow up you’ll realize that she was a better mother than me. Instead of being a better person, I chose to become a demon to destroy her.
Where are the original documents?” Diego asked in a trembling voice. I had to see the truth with my own eyes. In the house safe, Isabela whispered in a low voice behind the painting of the Virgin of Guadalupe in my bedroom. The combination was 08 1587, the date of your birth.
And what else is in that safe? Everything, my little child? Or all the fake documents? All the receipts for the bribes, all the letters. What cards? The letters Esperanza wrote to you over the 15 years after I let her go. Letters where she apologized to you for leaving you, where she told you she loved you, where she told you she thought about you every day.
Diego ran out of the hospital like a madman. I had to see those documents, I had to read those letters, I had to know the whole truth, even if I killed her. Diego arrived at the family mansion, driving like a poss. He ran upstairs to his mother’s room, a room he had always revered as sacred.
He moved the painting of the Virgin of Guadalupe with trembling hands and found the safe embedded in the wall with fingers that barely followed him. He dialed the combination 08 1587. The box opened with a metallic click that sounded like a death sentence. Inside he found a yellow folder marked Esperanza Morales. Ricardo Santa María Will.
When he opened it, Diego discovered the most damning evidence of all. There was his father’s original will, written in his own handwriting. To Esperanza Morales, who raised my son Diego with true motherly love, I leave the sum of 50 million Mexican pesos in recognition of her undying dedication and pure love. He also found forged documents with the signature of Hope, clearly false, in which he allegedly renounced the inheritance because he was not worthy of the money of such a good family.
There were receipts for bribes, 50,000 pesos to Commander Ramirez, 30,000 to Notary Fernandez, 25,000 to private investigator Salinas, 15,000 to DIF officials to deny Esperanza social support. But what destroyed her most were the letters, hundreds of letters that Esperanza sent home in the first 15 years after she was fired.
Letters that Isabela had intercepted and kept. The first letter was dated a week after it was sent. Mrs. Isabela, I know you hate me and think I’m a bad person, but please let me see Dieguito for just 5 minutes. I swore to the Blessed Virgin that I would leave later and not bother you anymore.
I just wanted to hug him once and tell him that it wasn’t my fault. Diego read each letter. I see how Esperanza’s lyrics tremble more and more over the years and how the pleas become more and more desperate. Dieguito of my heart, now you are 10 years old and I am not there to sing you mañanitas like all the previous years.
I hope you are happy and that you do not miss me so much. Your mother said you no longer loved me, but I cannot believe that you have forgotten your hope. Who loves you, my beautiful child. You are 15 years old and you must be very tall and very handsome. I think of you every day.
I live in a shelter in the Doctores neighborhood, but every night I pray for you and ask God to take care of you. Dieguito, now you are 18 and you are a man. I tried to see you at your high school graduation, but there were guards who did not want me to come near. I saw you from afar and cried with emotion. You are so handsome, my love. The last letter was dated 5 years ago.
My dear Diejotto, I don’t know if these letters will reach you or if your mother will throw them in the trash. I am 60 years old and I am seriously ill. I don’t think I will live much longer. I just want you to know that you are the best thing I have in my life and if I could turn back time, I would take care of you again with the same love.
Forgive me for leaving you, even though it was not my fault. Diego threw himself on the marble floor to cry like he had never cried before. Esperanza did not abandon him. For 30 years he tried to return to her. And for 30 years his mother blocked that love. Diego returned to the hospital with all the letters and documents in his hand.
When he arrived at his mother’s room, Isabela was even worse. The doctors said that she had little time left, maybe only a few minutes. “Mom,” Diego told her, showing her the letters with tears streaming down his face. I found everything, the letters he had written to me over the past 15 years, the bribe receipts, the fake documents, everything.
Isabela began to cry like she had never cried in her entire life, with a cry that came from the depths of her rotten soul. Diego, forgive me. I am a monster. I ruined the life of an innocent woman because of my unhealthy jealousy and pure evil. Why, Mother? Why did you do that to the only person who truly loved me? Why did you steal 30 years of happiness with him? Why? Because I was afraid of losing you. Isabela confessed, her voice breaking.
I’m afraid that when you grow up you’ll realize that she’s a thousand times a better mother than me. And instead of trying to win your love by being a better person, I’ve chosen to destroy her so that she won’t compete with me. Mom, you and Esperanza never competed.
She taught me to respect you, to obey you, to love you. She never spoke ill of you in front of me. I know, my child, I know. And I was even more angry because I saw how bad I was in comparison. Diego held his mother’s cold hand and said in a firm voice, “Mom, before you leave this world, you must ask for hope for forgiveness.
Only this can save your soul from hell.” Isabela held her head with the last of her strength. Just take her, please. I want to see her one last time. Apologize on your knees if necessary. Diego ran out of the hospital. All the way to find Esperanza, I couldn’t help but think, “How can I explain to her that my mother is dying? How can I ask you to forgive the woman who ruined your life?” Esperanza was found in the mansion, sitting in the garden and looking at the flowers, still unable to believe that she was in such a beautiful place after 30 years of hardship. Esperanza said in a trembling voice. My mother is dying and she wants to see you. She wants to apologize to you. Esperanza was silent for a long time, then crossed herself and said, “Okay, my daughter, let’s go. No one should die without forgiveness.”
When Esperanza entered the hospital room, Isabela began to cry uncontrollably. With her last strength, she tried to get up from the bed to kneel down but Esperanza stopped her. “Hope, forgive me,” Isabela whispered in a broken voice. I am the worst person in the world to be with you. I stole your money, I took your child, I ruined your entire life, and all because of my stupid jealousy and black heart.
Esperanza, with tears streaming down her wrinkled cheeks, approached the bed and held Isabela’s hand with a tenderness that only truly good souls can possess. Ms. Isabela, I forgive you with all my heart. God says that we must forgive our enemies to get to heaven. I don’t want you to leave without forgiving me. I am not worthy of your forgiveness, hope. I deserve eternal hell for what I did to you.
Forgiveness is not about love, ma’am, but about love. And I learned to love from Dieguito, who was the best thing that ever happened to me in my life. Isabela turned to Diego with tears in her eyes. Son, give everything back to hope. All the 50 million I stole from her with the interest of 30 years, and half of everything you have.
She is your real mother, take care of her as she took care of you. I saw those words of final redemption. Isabella, Santa María closed her eyes forever, carrying her sins, but leaving behind the possibility of a new beginning. Diego hugged Esperanza and whispered, “You will never be alone again. You will never be in need again.
Mula ngayon, ikaw ang aking tunay na pamilya at gugugulin ko ang natitirang bahagi ng aking buhay sa pagbibigay sa iyo ng kabayaran para sa 30 taon ng kawalang-katarungan.” At sa gayon nagtatapos ang kuwentong ito na nagtuturo sa atin na ang tunay na pag-ibig ay laging nakakahanap ng paraan upang bumalik sa atin, kahit na lumipas ang mga dekada ng paghihiwalay at kawalang-katarungan. Mga mahal kong kaibigan, hindi alam ni Diego ang 50 milyong piso na pag-aari ni Esperanza sa pamamagitan ng mana, kundi inilipat din sa kanya ang kalahati ng kanyang buong personal na kayamanan, karagdagang 250 milyong piso, ang buong mansyon, tatlo
ng kanyang mga mamahalin na kotse at 50% ng mga namamahagi ng kanyang kumpanya. Ngunit higit na mahalaga kaysa sa pera, ibinalik ni Diego sa kanya ang isang bagay na walang katumbas na halaga, isang pamilya. Magkasama silang nakatira ngayon sa mansyon, kung saan si Esperanza ay may sariling tatlong-silid na pakpak na may buong banyo, isang pribadong sala, at isang espesyal na hardin kung saan nagtatanim siya ng mga nakapagpapagaling na halamang gamot ng kanyang bahay kay Michoacán.
Hindi na nagtitinda ng kendi si Esperanza sa kalye sa ilalim ng walang-awa na araw. Ngayon ay pinamamahalaan niya ang Esperanza Morales Foundation, na tumutulong sa mga matatandang kababaihan sa mga sitwasyon sa kalye, dahil alam niya nang mas mahusay kaysa sinuman kung ano ang pakiramdam na inabandona ng buong mundo. Nag-upa si Diego ng limang empleyado na tanging trabaho ay ang pag-aalaga at pag-aalaga ng pag-asa.
Isang personal na nars, isang chef na nagluluto lamang ng mga pagkaing Mexicano. tradisyunal, isang chaer na nagdadala sa kanya sa Misa araw-araw, isang mahesa para sa kanyang sakit sa likod at isang kasamahan sa kanyang edad upang hindi siya makaramdam ng pag-iisa. At ang pinakamaganda sa lahat, sa wakas ay makakatulog na si Diego sa kapayapaan dahil nabawi niya ang nag-iisang tunay at walang kundisyong pag-ibig sa kanyang buhay.
Gabi-gabi ay kinakanta sa kanya ni Esperanza ang parehong kanta ng Kuna na kinakanta niya sa kanya noong sanggol pa siya at natutulog siya na nakangiti na parang hindi niya nagagawa sa loob ng 30 taon. Ano sa palagay mo ang kuwentong ito?