Margaret’s together.
Your mother came to me twenty-three years ago.
I calculated quickly.
Shortly before I was born.
– Yes.
Why?
Margaret rises up again and brought an envelope.
– Because of that.
Inside was a letter.
He didn’t reach me right away.
Before you read it, I have to tell you something. What it says here is what your mother thought and what she told me then. It does not mean that every detail can be automatically considered proven.
Then he gave me the letter.
It was my mother’s handwriting.
I recognized him right away.
In the letter, my mother thanked Margaret for her help.
She wrote about the fact that she was pregnant at the age of twenty and one and that the father of the child had left her life before she learned about the pregnancy.
But there was something else.
My mother was scared that her family would reject her.
My grandfather was already dead.
And Margaret had been one of the few people my mother knew she could contact.
Did you help her?
– Yes.
Margaret had found her a place to stay for a few months, helped her continue college and had been by her side after my birth.simo
I got the letter down.
Then you met me when I was a baby.
Her eyes fill with tears.
– Yes.
At that point I understood the kiss on my cheek.
It wasn’t romantic.
It was the impulsive and inappropriate reaction of a woman who had recognized, after twenty-two years, the child she once held in her arms.
Why didn’t you tell me immediately?
“Because I wasn’t sure it was you.
He explains to me that the name Caruntu had caught his attention. Then he began to notice the resemblance to my mother and my grandfather.
But a name and a similarity were not evidence.
That’s why he asked me those questions.
Why all the secrets?
Margaret lowered her gaze.
I was wrong here. I tried so hard to be sure before I told you anything, that I ended up acting exactly the way it could have been interpreted the worst.
I couldn’t disagree.
I stayed almost two hours.
The meal for two people was not a romantic dinner.
He had prepared food because he wanted to tell me a story that had lasted almost half a century and he didn’t know how long I was going to stay.
