For a few seconds nobody spoke.
My father continued.
—There was a terrible administrative mix-up that night. You were sedated after giving birth, and we were the only family members we could reach. The doctors asked for our authorization to start emergency treatment while they tried to contact you.
—And then?
My mother took a deep breath.
—The first few months were very difficult. Sofia needed several medical interventions. The specialists didn’t know if she would survive.
I looked at the young woman.
She was a healthy, strong, and lively girl.
It was impossible to imagine everything that had happened when he was a baby.
—Why did they never look for me when he recovered?
That was the question I had been waiting twenty years to ask.
My father closed his eyes.
—Because we made the worst mistake of our lives.
Her voice sounded completely different.
