I am beautiful, lovely and charming.
And one of these days I became a housewife of a lawyer. I have three maids. One to comb my hair, one to clean my nails and one to fix my bed. I have all kinds of appliances. A TV set, a stereo, a refrigerator and many others. I have also my own car and a driver. But who am I, do you think? 

I came from the poorest family in the remotest place in our country.
My mother when I was still young, she threw me away. She didn’t care for me. She didn’t accept me as her daughter. 

As years passed by, I got older and prettier. I've looked for my mother but I never saw her again. I forgot my mother. I didn't have still a mother. I hated my mother. My mother is dead! My mother is dead!

One morning, as I was resting in my room, I heard knocking at the door. 

“Who’s that?!”  I shouted. 

One of my maids opened the door and said, “Señora, it’s a beggar.”

“A beggar?! Get an ample of rice and give it to her.”

So my maid got an ample of rice and gave it to the old woman. But the old woman said. “No. I am not a beggar. 

I am here to see my daughter, Marcelita. Somebody said that she lives here.” 

“What?!... You are my mother?!  I’m impressed someone in your position negotiates from an illusion of having a daughter. Let me tell you one thing. I value my privacy. As I’m sure you value your own. We all have a right to it. I’ll respect yours if you respect mine. So go away, go away before I call a police!"

So the old woman picked up her bundle of clothes and went away.

I shouldn't have wasted my beautiful mind on something like that. Then I faced to the mirror. I look at my side, my back and my front. 

“Oh no, how beautiful I am! Now that I’m so rich and that old woman said that she is my mother. Oh no, she’ll never be my mother!”

Once again, as I was in my room, 

I heard again knocking at my door.

I rushed to open the door, but my maid said. 

“Señora, your husband!"

“What happened to my husband?”

“Your husband bumped the old woman who came here ago”

“And how about the old woman, where is she?”

“She’s in the hospital. Serious.”

What was on my mind that the old woman is my mother. And I never thought that my husband was in the city jail. So I’ve got my car and I drove it.  I went to the hospital to see my mother. And I found my mother there really lying in bed. I embraced her body and cried.

“Mother! Forgive me, mother! Because without you, I’m not here in this world. So please, forgive me. Forgive me, mother!”

But the old woman before closing her eyes said. “Marcelita, I’ll see you in heaven.”

“Mother!!!”