The day that businessman Alejandro Garza fell sick, feeling his legs failing to find out about a fence perfectly cut from his own mansão in Lomas de Chapultepec, in Mexico City, was not caused by a heart attack. Nor was it because its shares on the stock market were down 20 percent. This 35-year-old man, who wore luxury clothes worth $5,000 and issued checks capable of feeding an entire village for 1 year, lost his joy because, for the first time in his life, his eyes turned to the truth. And the truth is deep.

Nessa manhã, Alejandro came out of his luxurious desk in Polanco with a blind fury that burned in his throat like habanero pepper. He drives his sports car recklessly. In his head we echo the poisonous words of Valeria Cantú, her daughter, a native of an influential family from San Pedro Garza García, who walked around her house as if she were a stranger to the world.

“It’s a jungle, Alejandro!” Valeria shouted at the television, pretending to sing a choro worthy of the best soap operas. “That Rosa, that ignorant rapariga from Oaxaca! Vi-a abanar o Mateo com força, quase a atará-lo para o berço! Ou dismissessa india noje mesmo, ou chamo a Federal Police! I will not allow you to mistreat your children.”

Alejandro swung the wheel with so much force that both of his fingers turned white. He paid 2,500 pesos per week to this housewife, a fortune for a humble young man, to take care of the only bond that remained with his beloved and deceased wife, Sofia. We love you, Mateo and Santiago. Crianças que ele, in his cowardice and deep sleep, he hardly dared to smell our eyes.

Now you enter his property of 1200 square meters, surrounded by high walls that seem more like a military fortress, or silence surpreendeu-o. We do not hear the dilacerating children of the babies that always torment my mind. Unload the car, drive to the door with force and walk towards the main entrance. But something or stop. Um som. A crystalline gargalhada, pure and melodious.

Guided by that music that awakened something dormant in his heart, Alejandro surrounded the garden lined with agaves and perfectly pruned cats. And then he saw an image that would be engraved in his soul. In the center of that green paradise, Rosa was there, a 22-year-old young man who he intended to take to the street. She was not going to mistreat anyone. It was deitada deitada de bruços na relva, ignoring its identity in its impecável avental. On top of it, like happy little babies, were Mateo and Santiago. The babies, who for months barely chorava in the absence of the mother, laugh with full lungs as Rosa lhes sings twelvely a new traditional Oaxacan melody. There was a love that was so pure and selfless that it didn’t look like the young man that illuminated more than the midday sun itself.

But this peace was a fragile illusion in a field of war. Valeria, a rich bride, did not want Alejandro for love. He wanted the 45 million pesos from the trust fund left for the twins. As children were a barulhento bundle that trapped the six planes of luxury. Valeria tinha returned to Rosa’s life in an inferno of psychological torture. I shut down the room with the babies in a 40-degree heat, unplugging the fans, demanding that Rosa handle the babies as they worked.

The limit of evil occurred on a day when Rosa found Valeria laughing coldly, with a hot coffee cup on her hand, while Santiago was laughing with a perfectly circular burn mark on her arm. “As someone going to credit the words of an illiterate worker from Oaxaca against me?” said Valeria, grabbing Rosa’s hair. “I tell the police to stop you. You are in prison, and your mother is dying waiting for the money from the surgery that you send.” Rosa, terrified, calou-se.

No, the true horror was still hidden. In a silent night, Rosa approached the desk of the patron and colored the door. Ouviu Valeria talked with a corrupt lawyer about the fate of two babies. The plane was so Machiavellian and sadistic that the blood of Rosa gelou nas veias.

It is incredible that it is ready to happen…

PART 2

“The testament is clear, Doutor Ramiro,” whispered in Valeria’s icy voice through the door of the solid car. “If your heirs have permanent mental incapacity and need specialized psychiatric confinement, the administration and use of 45 million pesos will automatically go to the legal guardian. You say, well, you have to marry Alejandro.”

Rosa covered her mouth with the most powerful duas to lower her scream of terror that rose up her throat.

“How do you intend to do this with 1-year-old babies?” perguntou or advogado.

“With some drops of my sedative mixed in our bottles,” said Valeria, toasting with a glass cup. “When the medical examinations confirm the irreversible neurological damage, we hospitalize them in a clinic in Switzerland. The blame will fall entirely on the negligent and hysterical housewife, on our dear Rosa. She loves a high-security Mexican prison, and we are happy in Cancun.”

From that night on, Rosa became aware that she was only facing a cruel woman, but a demon willing to destroy two innocent souls for profit. The next few days will transform into an agonizing fight against death. Alejandro has to travel suddenly to establish a real estate deal in Los Cabos, because Valeria has no absolute control over the mansão.

On the first day of Alejandro’s absence, Valeria finds an accomplice inside the house. Chamava-se Beatriz, a hard-smelling woman in a white uniform who introduced herself as a specialized pediatric nurse. In truth, Beatriz was a former employee of a psychiatric hospital, expelled for abuse. Immediately, Beatriz established a regime of terror without having two babies. Rosa was reduced to doing only the heavier cleaning and was strictly prohibited from feeding the children.

“As children are born under a minimum of responsibility now, India,” Beatriz said, singing Rosa’s voice. “Limit yourself to scrubbing or chão.”

Rosa’s anguish came to a head when she noticed that she read that Beatriz was preparing a slightly yellow tom and was using hospital chemicals. After drinking that liquid, Mateo and Santiago, who began to gain life thanks to Rosa’s love, became apathetic. I stopped babbling, my eyes were glassy, ​​and I spent hours looking for something, as if we were prisoners in our size. Rosa desperately tried to dig out the jugs and replace them with clean milk, but vigilance was on.

Everything fell apart on a fifth-fair night. An unexpected tropical storm on the Pacific coast forced the cancellation of Alejandro’s meeting, making him schedule an emergency flight back to Mexico City, arriving home unexpectedly, much earlier than expected.

Now, not walking on top of the mansão, Valeria decided that it was the perfect time to execute the final phase of her plane. I wanted to induce a convulsive overdose in babies to force emergency hospitalization.

Rosa was in the room, putting up some blankets with traditional Mexican motifs that had been traced by her village, when Beatriz entered. A false nurse draws two huge syringes with a cloudy liquid. Valeria emerged from behind, leaning against the door with a diabolical smile.

“Safety, Beatriz. Complete dose for you two,” Valeria ordered.

Rosa did not think. The ancestral instinct of protection, força das women da sua terra, apoderou-se dela. With the fury of a storm, Rosa attacked Beatriz, knocking down a layup. As syringes rolaram pelo chão, espalhando el liquid que immediatamente exalou um forte cheeiro a sedatives industrialis.

“Perdeste o juízo, sua selvagem?!” shouted Beatriz, displaying a violent attack on Rosa’s face that she threw against the wall.

Valeria approached the berço, grabbed little Mateo with brutality by one arm, taking out a third syringe from the bag. “If you don’t collaborate, you too, Rosa. It’s a lethal dose for a housewife who goes mad with remorse after drugging her children.”

“No touches!” Berrou Rosa, pulling at Valeria’s legs, pulling out his breath and crying with desperation. Mateo began to sing at the top of his lungs.

It was exactly a thousandth of a second that the heavy door of the room opened with a violent crash. Alejandro was standing at the entrance, soaked in raincoats, breathing heavily. Os seus olhos arregalaram-se perante o cenário dantesco: Rosa no chão, como o lip a bleed, a clinging to Valeria’s legs; Make sure your daughter seals her child as if she found a sack of lixo, with a syringe in her hand; e Beatriz paralyzed with panic.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Valeria, master of deceit, uttered an expression in a prick of eyes. As your hair softens and perfect tears begin to fall. “Alejandro! Thanks to Virgem that you cheated! Rosa completely lost her head! She was trying to inject poison into our children! To Beatriz and we tried to prevent her!”

“Lie!” Soluçou Rosa, getting up with difficulty and running to hug Mateo and Santiago, protecting them like her lean body. “Senhor Alejandro, they want to kill the children! We want the 45 thousand! Cheire o chão! Veja o que ella seguiram no leite!”

Alejandro olhou de Rosa for Valeria. Afterwards, if you smell something cold, a little liquid will not run out. Approach slowly and slowly. The pungent and chemical odor of Lorazepam and Zolpidem atingiu-o em cheio. It was also nauseating to see two bottles of medication that Valeria took for her supposed Enxaquecas appointments. Olhou for the arm of Santiago, I sell a circular scar from a coffee burn that Valeria has justified as an “accident with bathroom water.” Olhou stops the face of two sons, apathetic and drugged.

The implacable magnate of two businesses united in pieces in an instant. He truly cut his soul like a sharp knife.

“Give me my filho,” Alejandro demanded, standing up. His voice was not a scream; It was a lethal and frightening whisper.

Valeria tried to recover, but Alejandro pulled out a syringe from her hand and pushed Mateo for his son. “Alejandro, my love, you are confused…”

“Don’t talk to me about love,” he cut it, as the eyes were about to overflow with absolute nojo. “You tried to destroy my children.”

Encurralada, percebendo that your theaters are not functional, Valeria cede to her true nature. A dirty, dry, perverse gargalhada ecoou no quarto. “Destroy? Eu ia fazer-nos a favor! 45 milhões, Alejandro! They have useless bundles, chorões that barely remind you of your dead woman! I know, the money would be for trips, you go in Cancún, luxury! You don’t dry any money for them!”

Alejandro was not elated. I felt a shameful shame for allowing the patient to blind himself through the suffering of his own blood. “They don’t have bundles,” he replied, stroking the hair’s dirty hair. “This is the only heritage that matters. And you, Valeria, is absolutely nothing.”

With a quick movement, Alejandro pulled out his latest generation television. “Federal Police of Mexico. Need urgent ambulances and transportation to the residence in Lomas de Chapultepec. Two people arrested for double attempted qualified homicide.”

Valeria began to scream hysterically, throwing objects and praying, while Beatriz attempted to flee from the escape, only to be intercepted by the private security guards of the condominium that Alejandro quickly activated.

In 15 minutes, the mansão was surrounded by green and blue lights. The paramedics stabilized the bones, confirming the acute intoxication by sedatives that had been fatal or caused permanent brain damage if Rosa had not been interfered with. Valeria and Beatriz appear together on the flashes of two vizinhos and give a curious impression. In the following days, the police will dismantle the entire scheme. Lawyer Ramiro was detained at the international airport with bad money lined with money.

The court was fast. The economic power and irrefutable proofs of Alejandro guarantee a brutal sentence. Valeria and Beatriz were sentenced to 25 years in prison, without the possibility of conditional release. Alejandro is present at the reading of the sentence, with a cold ear, making sure that justice for both men is fulfilled.

However, Alejandro’s greatest judgment occurred in the intimacy of his family. A tame cold and silent ganhou cor. He fired all his old equipment and locked himself at home for months, focusing on his only and most important undertaking: being a father.

On a bright Sunday afternoon, as he looked for fresh tamales and chocolate made by Doña Elena to perfume or heat, Alejandro found Rosa in the garden, to balance the gems on a traditional embroidered cloth.

“Rosa,” he said, with a humility that the corporate world has never known. “I devo-te you to life two more children. I lost you through my negligence. I was a blind ignorant person.”

“No peça perdão, senhor,” Rosa smiled, serenely. “Light always conquers darkness. They need me, and I give them.”

“Don’t treat me as a senhor,” Alejandro asked, handing him some cash. “Open.”

Rosa opened to pasta with the most tremulous. Inside there were medical reports from the Ángeles Hospital, one of two best reports from Mexico, confirming that the operation on her spine was fully paid for by Alejandro and had already been performed successfully. He also had a deed for a large, secure house in the center of Oaxaca for his family, as well as a guarantee of a lifetime income superior to what an executive earned.

Rosa broke into tears of gratitude, covering her face. Alejandro embraced, an embrace of arms forged in the same battle. Rosa was elevated to governor and maximum guard of the house, not as an employee, but as a vital part of the family.

The years passed in the sound of choro in the mansion of Lomas de Chapultepec were replaced by echoes of jumps, life and hope. Alejandro Lucena discovered that his true wealth was not in the dozens of properties he owned or the expensive things he wore, but in the possessions of two little beings who, thanks to the courage and brave heart of a humble young man, were finally able to call him “Dad.”