They say motherhood isn’t about giving birth, but about raising a child.
I believed that for 22 years. I devoted my life to Sofía, my husband Jorge’s daughter, after her biological mother, Brenda, abandoned her at age three. I stayed through fevers, school days, heartbreaks, and milestones.
Brenda was barely present—just occasional calls and cheap gifts—yet in Sofía’s eyes, she remained the “real” mother, while I was merely strict and ordinary.When Sofía got engaged to Mateo, Jorge and I poured our savings into buying her a luxury apartment as a wedding gift. I invested my inheritance and retirement funds, carefully decorating it with love, believing I was securing her future.READ MORE