I had my same eyes.
The same nose shape.
And as soon as he saw me, he started crying.
“Mom… I’ve been looking for you my whole life.
I hugged her with all my might.
And for the first time I realized that, even at eighty, life can give you back something you thought wasted forever.
That night we still had a lot of unanswered questions.
Why had Robert kept quiet?
Who organized our separation?
And all those ancient documents really told the truth?
But there was something I was completely sure of.
I had gone to the hospital terrified, thinking that maybe my life was coming to an end.
And he had returned in the hope of recovering a daughter for whom he had cried for fifty-eight years.