As in a dream, I saw the thin figure of your body on the threshold of the door of the House where you cobijabas also to my brothers. Until that single day he remembered my father and my grandmother, with whom I lived up to input my puberty. I did not know I had a mother and that never in my life gave me a caress with their hands to my pink face Brunettes. I lived in the solitude of my house, without knowing I had brothers. My toys just had them in my hands and I could not share them with anyone else, that we share the same meal. My stunning grandmother told me that I had to know my brother. So we did that and take the Green truck, known as hectors, who walked the sands of a people newly settled with the Department and migrants from other sites that were much more far than our native Santiago de Chuco. I very uneasy by what had just learned that day.
I was difficult to understand that my Mamacona Herlinda was not my biological mother, and my father was truly his son. Your that you went and had many privileges as the main wife of my Father, with many servants in your House who sort, with the meal you had on the housetop to donate, well thought, when you arrive at your House that you already get with another man. And to see you so skinny, so shy and so Brown and sweet, newly started loving you. I wanted to break the long silence of the years in which only lived in my cradle of gold that was my prison. Your belly had I gone, the love of an indigenous tradition and you that you were the wife of the man who represented a multitude of Nations. It was between two crossroads, between two women who gave me life, but felt that to the two she loved them equally, because I loved too much.