The reality has been much slower.
I went to the lawyer Iacob was talking to.
I checked the paperwork.
The succession of the biological father was real, but the rights, the history of the property and the legal situation had to be clarified.
Months followed by documents.
Terme.
Signatures.
Valuations.
Meanwhile, my debts hadn’t gone.
I kept paying as much as I could.
Mara didn’t promise to save me.
It just started to appear.
When I had a medical check-up, she was staying with Sofia.
When I was too tired to cook, she was coming with a pot of food.
When Sofia asked:
Who are you?
Mara replied:
I am your aunt.
The first time I heard those words I left the room and cried.
Not because it hurts.
But because Jacob had spent almost his whole life believing that he had no one else.
And even before he died, he found out that he was wrong.
Four months later I gave birth to a baby boy.
I named Iacobhim Jacob, after his father.
Mara was in the waiting room.
When I first put him in his arms, he looked at him and started crying.
He has his eyes.
It’s too early to say that.
He laughed.
Let me at least believe it.
I smiled.
