Mama Fiona Confession ((top)) -

Rosa stared at the small grave. Elena. Beloved Daughter. 1971–1991. “She was only twenty when she died.”

Fiona didn’t turn around. Her hand trembled as she touched Elena’s stone. “Because I have carried this secret longer than I carried you in my womb, Rosa. And I cannot die with it still inside me.” mama fiona confession

Fiona nodded slowly. “I did it for her. And then, very quickly, I did it for you. Because you became my daughter in every way that mattered. I forgot, sometimes, that you weren’t mine by blood. And then I would remember, and the guilt would eat another piece of my heart.” Rosa stared at the small grave