“To my favorite daughter: 3 houses,” the will said… My name wasn’t on anything, not even a corner. Until I saw the cup they threw away, and the secret it held.
I married at the young age of twenty-three. After marrying my husband, Jorge, the oldest of three siblings, I relocated to Mexico City to live with his mother, Doña Teresa.From that moment, my life as a daughter-in-law truly began, and for the next fifteen years, whenever I thought of him, my eyes filled with tears….
