We were returning home, my mother was driving the car, I was still in shock from the impression, no words came out, what should have been a reason for joy at another time, had become my worst nightmare.

That son that I carried in my womb was the result of my sin. A sin I committed without knowing what I was doing.

— But little girl since we left the doctor's office, you haven't said a single word. Aren't you happy that you're going to be a mother?

— I... the truth is that I... I didn't expect this.

— Well, daughter, but it's the most logical thing that could...