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.

He denied.

—Sometimes in a hostel. Sometimes where the night grabs me.

I took his hand.

Was cold.

—Then not anymore.

My mother took a step forward.

—Andrea, think carefully.

I looked at her one last time.

—Thirty years I called you mom.

The word got stuck in my throat.

—But today I discovered that I never asked where it came from.

There was a long silence.

Then I grabbed the broom from the floor.

I returned it to María Elena.

—You don’t need to sweep to see me anymore —I told him.

She looked at me like she couldn’t believe it.

Tears ran down her face.

—Really?