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A rich man and arrogant pushed his wife pregnant from his helicopter. Minutes before, he had discovered that she was pregnant, pregnant. That son is not mine, poor and miserable, and pushed her to the void. A tree, the dead, fell, as if he had gone out of his way. I am seeing your fight, daughter, and this will not be left. She woke up in the ground, filled with earth, blood in the arm, and a hand in the stomach. The first thought was not pain, it was protection, you stayed with me. He told Alijo that he still had no man, he didn't have a cell phone, he didn't have money, he didn't have money, he didn't have anywhere to go. She had only that belly, and a will that the rich could never buy. He touched the door until he opened. An old lady with the flashlight, Laura Pan lavió in the back, and she didn't ask anything. She said, "Come in, the sofa is still hot. It was in that little kitchen where she reconstructed everything. She started washing clothes, then cleaning houses, then with the hands that used to use, perfume imported, she learned to sew, to sell, to guard each room as if it were gold. The barricade grew, the work didn't stop. She didn't cry of nostalgia, she cried of determination. Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, the lights of the penthouse never paid off. Champagne, women, roses that turned out to be empty. He didn't even know why, surrounded by people who were only there for money. Exactly as he always was with everyone, to good life. He screamed high, without any fault in the face, no one. But in that same drug, while the party exploded up there, he woke up. Sudado, agitated, the eyes opened to stop in darkness. In the dream, he had seen a small rose, unknown, but he looked at it with a clarity that he had never seen in any mirror. He didn't know what it was, he didn't know where he came from, he only knew that he was afraid of a simple room, a humble bed and the most powerful bed in the world. She wished to her son for the first time. Agotada, Sudada, with tears falling without stopping, but with a smile that no rich buy. You are my strength, Susurro, and one day, the world will know your name. The baby cried of pain, cried of arrival, as if it were exactly what had come. Comenta parte dos, si quieres ver el día en que ese hijo ya crecido se cruce con el padre que nunca lo quiso, y lo que pasa cuando el arrogante descubre quién es él.