Yolanda
It hurts me to see her in such a state but I can't keep this feeling to myself.
Mom: What did I do? I...is this because of my trip? I have not been a good mother ....
I cut her off and begin to explain what is really going on.
I've been thinking about who my parents are for a long time. What did I do to them that they didn't want me? Do I have brothers or sisters?
Some would find it ungrateful of me to want to find out about my biological parents.
But I don't do it to abandon my real mother, Catarina.
I do it to find answers to my questions. Am I not worthy enough to be kept?
I need answers and I feel that the more I repress this, the more I will try to drown my questions in drugs.
I see my mother staring at me and asking herself a lot of questions. I can see it in her face.
I sit up on my bed.