For 30 years, an elderly woman swept in front of the hospital waiting to see her stolen daughter come out… until one night she recognized her, but the doctor rejected her without imagining the truth.

Love.

A love that asked for nothing.

—Why would you sweep here? —asked him.

—Because someone from the registry told me that you worked at this hospital —he responded—. I didn’t know how to get close. I was afraid you wouldn’t want to see me.

My chest hurt.

—Three months?

—Yeah.

—Every day?

—All.

The rain began to ease.

I felt the weight of thirty years on my shoulders.

My mother spoke again.

—Andrea, let’s go home. This is over.

I looked at her.

For the first time… I didn’t see the woman who had raised me.