A few seconds passed.
Then I heard footsteps.
The door opened slowly.
She wasn’t my mother.
Neither did my father.
A young woman of about nineteen or twenty years old appeared in front of me.
She had dark hair, light eyes, and a surprised expression that seemed to reflect the same confusion I felt.
“Can I help you?” he asked kindly.
I was speechless for a few seconds.
—I’m looking for Antonio and Elena… Do they still live here?
The young woman hesitated for a moment before answering.
—Yes… they are my grandparents.
Those two words left me completely immobile.
My grandparents?
I felt my heart begin to beat strongly.
I had never had siblings.
So…
Who was that girl?
Before I could ask another question, I heard a familiar voice from inside the house.
—Who called?
She was my mother.
When he appeared in the doorway, time seemed to stand still.
