Don’t throw a tantrum anymore. Your daddy is going to get here and see what kind of girl you are. The screams came from the second floor of the residence. Paloma stood at the back door listening to a little girl crying desperately. No one can put up with you anymore. Stay there crying until you learn. A door slammed loudly. Oh, come on. What a situation, Carmen murmured. The employee who greeted Paloma. The landlady is nervous again. What a landlady, Doña Verónica, the little girl’s stepmother.

More of the girl’s screams echoed through the house. And where’s her dad? Traveling, always traveling. Carmen shook her head. Look, dear, I’ll let you know. This job isn’t easy at all. Paloma ran up the stairs, following the sound of crying. In the hallway, an elegant blonde woman was coming out of one of the rooms, slamming the door behind her. “You must be the new maid.” Verónica fixed her hair, trying to look calm. “Good, because I need to get out.”

The little girl is throwing a tantrum. When she stops, you can start the work. The little girl is fine. She’s fine. She’s just being dramatic, as always. Veronica quickly ran down the stairs, grabbed her bag, and left. The crying continued coming from the room. Paloma knocked on the door. “Hello, little one, may I come in?” The crying subsided a little. “I won’t scold you, I promise.” She opened the door slowly. A little brown-haired girl was sitting on the floor, hugging her own legs, her face wet with tears, her eyes swollen.

“Hello, sweetheart, what’s your name?” The little girl looked at her suspiciously. “Camila.” “Camila, what a pretty name. I’m Paloma.” “Why were you crying?” Camila pointed at her tummy. “It hurts.” “Are you hungry?” The little girl nodded. “What time did you eat?” “I didn’t.” Paloma looked at the clock. “1 p.m.” “You didn’t have breakfast.” Veronica forgot. “She forgot.” “How can anyone forget to give food to a little girl?” “Come on, let’s get you something delicious.” Camila hesitated, but took Paloma’s hand.

They went down to the kitchen together. How about a cake and juice? I like it. While she prepared lunch, Paloma watched the little girl. She was swinging her little legs on the stool, paying attention to everything. How many slices did I cut? Paloma showed her the cake. Two. Come on, how clever. Camila’s face lit up. It was obvious she didn’t receive praise often. You can eat. Camila devoured the cake as if she were starving. Paloma, good, you’re good, Camila, very special. Veronica, she said, “I’m bad.” Paloma’s heart sank.

Veronica is wrong. You are a pretty and smart girl. Camila stopped chewing and looked into Paloma’s eyes. Something passed between them in that moment. Trust. Paloma, stay. I’m going to work here every day. Good. After eating, Camila wanted to show off her toys. The room was big, but messy. No one was helping her organize. She grabbed some shape books and started naming the colors. Blue, red, yellow. Perfect. Do you know more colors? Pink, green, purple. It was impressive.

The little girl had much more capacity than those who lived with her realized. They were playing when they heard the front door open. Veronica returned. Camila immediately tensed. She walked up the stairs. Veronica appeared in the doorway. She saw Paloma and Camila playing and her face changed. Camila, did you eat? The little girl nodded with a shrug. Who gave you permission? Camila pointed at Paloma but said nothing. I saw she was hungry and made some lunch. Paloma explained. Next time, ask first.

Camila has a schedule for eating. If she eats outside of her schedule, she won’t want dinner. Verónica approached her stepdaughter with a forced smile. Right, sweetheart? You know you have to wait for dinner. Camila looked at Paloma, then at Verónica, confused. “Now stay still while the lady works.” It’s okay. Camila nodded, but when Verónica left the room, she approached Paloma and whispered, “She’s mean, hurts.” Paloma felt a pit in her stomach. The way Camila spoke, the fear in her little eyes.

How does it hurt? But Camila had already heard Veronica return and pretended to be playing. Veronica entered the room again. Camila, put away those toys, it’s all a mess. The little girl began to put them away quickly, afraid. Faster. Your daddy doesn’t like messes. Camila tripped trying to put everything away quickly and some blocks fell. Just look, clumsy. Sorry. Sorry, it’s no good. Veronica grabbed Camila’s arm more tightly than necessary, leaving her skin red.

Stop being so slow. Camila began to cry softly. And stop crying too. Your daddy doesn’t like crybabies. Paloma had to control herself not to interfere. If she did, she’d be fired on the spot, and Camila would be left alone with Veronica. Okay, now go play alone while Paloma works. Veronica left the room. Camila showed Paloma her arm. There was a red mark. It hurts. Come here. Paloma hugged the girl slowly. Camila, when someone hurts you, can you tell me?

It’s okay. Veronica said, “I can’t. Why, Daddy? Is he going to give me to other people?” Paloma felt an enormous rage at how someone could threaten a little girl like that. Camila, listen to me. Your daddy will never give you to anyone. He loves you. Does he love me? The question broke Paloma’s heart. Camila wasn’t sure if her dad loved her. Of course he does. You are his daughter. Camila thought for a moment. Then she took out some paper and crayons. She drew two figures.

A big one with yellow hair and a little one on the floor crying. Is that you? Paloma pointed to the small figure. Camila nodded. And this is Veronica. She nodded again. She does this when your daddy isn’t home. Yes. Paloma put the drawing away. Maybe one day she would need to prove what was happening. As she was leaving at the end of the day, she heard Veronica on the phone. Hello, love. Everything is fine here. Camila ate well, played. She looks beautiful. Lie. Camila had spent the day scared and hungry.

The new maid is good. Camila liked it. Pause. Of course I’m going to take good care of our princess. Kiss. ​​Paloma left the house with a heavy heart. Camila was in danger, and she was the only person who knew it. The second day, Paloma arrived and found Camila sitting on the stairs still in her pajamas. “Hello, dear. Why didn’t you get dressed?” Veronica didn’t help. “Where is she?” Talking on the phone. Paloma heard Veronica’s voice coming from the living room.

Sweet, affectionate tone. Alejandro. Camila slept wonderfully. She already had breakfast. She’s playing. A beautiful Paloma. He knew Camila hadn’t had breakfast. The girl had been hungry for hours. Of course, love, you can relax at work. Everything’s under control here. Veronica hung up and shouted, “Camila, come here.” The girl ran downstairs, tripping over her long pajamas. “Why are you still in pajamas? It’s past time to get ready. You didn’t wake me up. I’m not your nanny. You have to learn to do things on your own.”

Camila lowered her head. “Go get dressed, and quickly.” The girl went upstairs slowly. Paloma followed her. “Do you need help?” “Yes, I do.” Paloma helped Camila choose her clothes and get dressed. The girl was hungry, so they went down to the kitchen. “How about some scrambled eggs? I like them.” While she was cooking, Paloma watched Verónica through the window. She was in the garden talking on the phone again, laughing, relaxed. “Mom, I can’t stand this situation anymore. Every time I look at her, I remember that he was already a father with another woman.” Paloma paid attention.

It’s not just that, Mom. It’s when I lost my baby and she’s still there, alive, taking the place that should have been my son’s. Camila tugged on Paloma’s blouse. Egg, done. Almost there, dear. Veronica continued. I know it’s not her fault, but I can’t. And now with this new maid, the girl is getting smarter. Alejandro is going to realize I don’t take good care of her. Paloma served the eggs to Camila, but she continued listening.

Sometimes I think it would be better if she went to a special school, you know? A boarding school. That way, Alejandro and I could have our real family. Paloma’s skin prickled. Veronica wanted to get rid of Camila. Of course, I’m not going to tell Alejandro that now, but I can prove that she’s very difficult to handle. The call ended. Veronica walked into the kitchen and stopped when she saw Camila eating. She couldn’t wait for lunch. She was hungry. Paloma answered.

Camila, you know there’s a lunch schedule. If you eat now, you won’t want to eat lunch. But I was hungry. Hunger is no excuse for disobeying. Veronica approached the girl. “Finish that quickly and go to your room. I need to talk to Paloma.” Camila ate quickly and left. Veronica waited until she disappeared before speaking. “Look, Paloma, you seem like a good person, but I need to make one thing clear. Camila is a special girl; she needs routine and limits. If you keep spoiling her, you’re going to harm her development.”

I just know you want to help, but Alejandro and I are the ones who decide what’s best for Camila. You’re here to clean the house, not to raise the girl. Understood? Perfect. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to take care of my stepdaughter. Veronica came upstairs. A few minutes later, Paloma heard, “Camila, what’s this mess? Sorry, the toys fell. How many times do I have to tell you? You have to be more careful. One noise, then crying. Stop crying. Crying doesn’t solve anything.”

Paloma ran upstairs. She found Camila on the bedroom floor holding her arm. “What happened? She tripped,” Veronica said coldly. “I warned her she’s clumsy. I didn’t trip,” Camila whispered. Veronica pushed. “Camila, stop making up lies.” Veronica screamed. The girl started crying louder. “See? She makes up stories when she does something wrong. It’s a habit she developed.” Paloma helped Camila up. The girl’s arm was red. “Does it hurt a little?” “It doesn’t hurt at all.” Veronica intervened.

She’s dramatic. Any little thing turns into a scandal. Paloma took Camila to the bathroom and poured cold water on her arm. Better, better, Camila. Veronica, did she really push you? The girl looked toward the hallway in fear, then nodded softly. “Why?” I said, slow to put away toys. Paloma felt a surge of rage, but controlled herself. “Come on, let’s go downstairs.” The rest of the day was tense. Veronica treated Camila coldly, ignoring her when the girl tried to talk to her. At lunchtime, Veronica served only a small portion for Camila.

But is that it? Paloma asked. She ate eggs in the morning, remember? She can’t eat too much. Camila ate everything quickly, still hungry, but didn’t ask for more. In the afternoon, when Camila was drawing in the living room, Verónica approached her. What an ugly drawing. Why can’t you draw properly? Camila stopped drawing. Sorry, your dad will be sad if he sees these scribbles. Camila tore up the drawing. It’s better that way. Daddy doesn’t like messes.

Paloma watched everything from the kitchen, heartbroken. When Alejandro arrived at the end of the day, Verónica’s transformation was impressive. “Hello, love.” She ran to hug him. “How was your day?” “Tired and here?” “Calm.” Camila behaved well. She played, she drew. It’s a lie. Camila had spent the day intimidated and sad. “Where is she?” “In her room, resting.” She had a full day. Alejandro didn’t even go up to check on his daughter. And the new maid. Good. Camila liked her. Maybe too much.

What the hell? Oh, nothing serious. It’s just that Camila is becoming very dependent on her. That worries me a little. Why? She already lost her mother. Alejandro. If she gets very attached to the maid and then she leaves, I understand, but it’s nothing serious. I just think we need to be vigilant. Paloma heard everything from the kitchen. Verónica was sowing seeds of doubt about her in Alejandro’s head. As she was leaving, Paloma quickly went upstairs to say goodbye to Camila.

Goodbye, dear. See you tomorrow, Paloma. Veronica is going to hurt you again. No, if you stay still, it’s okay. And if she does anything, you’ll tell me tomorrow. It’s okay. You’re a very brave girl, Camila. I am, yes, and smart, too. Camila smiled for the first time that day. Paloma left the house, knowing that the situation was worse than she imagined. Veronica wasn’t just negligent. She had a plan to get rid of Camila. And worse, Alejandro had no idea what was happening in his own house.

On the third day, Paloma arrived and heard shouting coming from Camila’s room. I told you to stay quiet. Why don’t you obey? Sorry. I just wanted water. Water. No, you already had water at breakfast time. Paloma quickly went upstairs. Camila’s bedroom door was locked from the outside. Camila, Paloma, help me. Paloma looked for the key and found it on the dresser in the hall. When she opened it, Camila ran into her arms. Why were you locked in? I asked for Daddy.

Why doesn’t he talk to me? And then Veronica got angry. Paloma felt a lump in her throat. The little girl was punished for asking her own father a question. When did this happen? Breakfast. So, Alejandro left for work knowing his daughter was locked in her room. Come on, let’s have breakfast. They were in the kitchen when they heard a car. Daddy. Camila ran into the living room. Alejandro had come back to get some papers. When he saw Camila running toward him, he stopped in surprise.

Hello, princess. It’s good to see you awake. Daddy. Camila threw herself into his arms. Alejandro seemed puzzled by his daughter’s affection. What were you doing? I was locked in. Locked up. Where? Veronica quickly ran down the stairs. Alejandro, why did you come back? I forgot some papers. Camila, what do you mean, locked in the room? Why aren’t you talking to me? Alejandro looked at Veronica, confused. She was throwing a tantrum. Alejandro. Veronica explained quickly. I had to leave her in the room to calm down. I didn’t throw a tantrum.

I just asked, “Why doesn’t Daddy talk to me?” The simple question left Alejandro speechless. When was the last time he actually talked to Camila? Of course I talk to you, princess. When? Alejandro remained silent. Veronica took advantage. “See how she is? Always questioning, always dissatisfied. Sometimes she’s difficult to deal with. I’m not difficult,” Camila said softly. “Of course not.” Alejandro crouched down in front of his daughter. “We’ll talk tonight. It’s okay when I get back. You promise. I promise.” Alejandro grabbed the documents and left.

Camila beamed all day, telling Paloma, “Daddy, he’s going to talk to me. How nice, you’re so happy.” But when Alejandro arrived that night, Veronica already had the excuse ready. Alejandro, Camila had a rough day. She threw a tantrum, she wouldn’t eat properly, she’s incubating something, she’s already fallen asleep, she wasn’t sick in the morning. You know how children are. They get sick from one hour to the next. Alejandro went upstairs just to take a look. Camila pretended to be asleep so as not to cause problems for Veronica.

The next day, the little girl’s face was sad. Daddy, she forgot. She didn’t forget, darling. Veronica said you were sick. I wasn’t. I know. Why does Veronica lie? How do you explain to a 7-year-old the evilness of adults? Sometimes people do bad things because they’re suffering. Veronica suffers. I think so. In the following days, Paloma noticed a pattern. Whenever Alejandro showed interest in being with Camila, Veronica made up an excuse. The little girl was tired, sick, going through a difficult time.

Paloma decided to help Camila in another way. She began teaching her things throughout the day. “Let’s learn the days of the week. How? Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,” Camila repeated excitedly. Paloma also taught her numbers up to 20, how to tie her shoes, and a few words in English. The transformation was incredible. Within a few days, Camila was more talkative, more confident, and happier. One Thursday, Alejandro arrived and found Camila counting up to 20. “Camila, where did you learn that?” Paloma taught her. Alejandro looked at Paloma in surprise.

She’s very intelligent; she just needs encouragement. The doctors always said she’d have limitations. Every child has limitations, but every child also has potential. Alejandro watched Camil demonstrate how she knew how to tie her shoes. It was obvious he was seeing his daughter with new eyes. Verónica watched from the kitchen and didn’t like what she saw at all. That night, Paloma heard an argument in the couple’s bedroom. I don’t think it’s good for Camila to become so dependent on the maid.

Clerk, she’s learning. And when Paloma leaves, Camila is going to get frustrated. Why would she leave? Alejandro, employees don’t stay forever. And Camila is already very attached. Or maybe that’s exactly what she needed. Someone who believes in her. Are you saying I don’t believe? I’m not saying anything. I just think Camila is happy. And you think I don’t want her to be happy? The conversation continued, but Paloma had to leave. One thing was clear.

Verónica was sowing doubts about her in Alejandro’s head. And that meant danger for Camila. The opportunity Verónica was waiting for arrived on a Friday. Alejandro had a meeting that ran long, and Camila woke up crying from a nightmare in the early hours of the morning. Paloma arrived in the morning and found Camila in the room, still depressed, while Verónica was on the phone with Alejandro. I don’t know what to do, love. She had a horrible night. She screamed all night. Now she’s throwing a tantrum. She doesn’t want to eat.

Paloma watched. Camila wasn’t throwing a tantrum. She was scared and tired. Maybe you need to talk to her when you get home, or maybe I’ll talk to the pediatrician. Sometimes special children need medication to control their behavior. Medication to control their behavior. Camila was only 7. It’s okay, love. Kiss. ​​Verónica hung up and looked at Camila coldly. Your dad is very worried about you. He said if you don’t get better, you’ll have to take medication to calm down.

Camila was terrified. “I don’t want any medicine. Then stop making a fuss.” Paloma couldn’t stand it. “Verónica, she’s not making a fuss. She had a nightmare. It’s normal for children to get upset. Excuse me, but Alejandro and I are the ones who decide what’s normal for Camila. You’re just the maid.” The sentence was like a slap in the face to Paloma. During the day, Paloma tried to calm Camila, who was upset by the threat of medicine. She managed to get her to eat a little and even smile while playing with Play-Doh.

When Alejandro arrived late in the afternoon, he found Camila drawing in the living room. “How are you feeling better?” Veronica replied. “The maid managed to distract her, but I still think you should talk to her.” Alejandro approached Camila. “Princess, Veronica told me you had a rough night.” Camila looked at Veronica, then at her dad. “I had a nightmare.” “What about, monster?” He wanted to take me. Alejandro felt a tightness in his chest. “No one is going to take you, Camila. You are my daughter. You will always be with me.”

Always. Always. Camila threw herself into her dad’s arms. For a moment, Paloma thought everything could be resolved, but on Saturday, Alejandro decided to work from home. It was a rare opportunity to see how things worked. Paloma was cleaning the office when she heard Verónica calling Camila. “Camila, put away those toys.” “Still playing,” I said. “Now a little more, right? Now.” Verónica’s voice turned aggressive. Camila, afraid, began to put away the toys, but she dropped some blocks.

Careful, you’re very clumsy. Sorry, sorry doesn’t help. You always break everything. That wasn’t true. Camila was even more careful than other children. While Camila was putting away the last of the toys, Veronica tripped over her. The girl lost her balance and fell, hurting her knee. Oh, see, really clumsy. Camila started to cry. Alejandro appeared in the doorway. What happened? Camila tripped while playing. I warned him I was very restless. I didn’t trip. Veronica pushed me. A heavy silence. Alejandro looked at Veronica, who looked astonished.

Alejandro, did you hear that? She’s lying. Camila doesn’t lie. Children make up stories. She tripped and now she’s blaming me. I didn’t lie. Veronica pushed. Camila was crying, frustrated at not being able to explain herself properly. Alejandro was torn. His daughter said one thing, his wife said another. Veronica saw the crucial moment. Alejandro, I’m worried. Camila has been making up more and more stories since this maid arrived. Yesterday she said I locked her up, today that I pushed her. I think someone is putting ideas in her head.

Alejandro’s gaze shifted to Paloma. Paloma, did you say anything to Camila about how she should relate to Veronica? No, sir, I just play and teach her things. What kinds of things? Colors? Numbers, words. And you never suggested that someone was mistreating her? Paloma was at a crossroads. If she told the truth, she would be fired. If she lied, she would betray Camila. I only listen when she wants to talk. And she said someone mistreats her. Sometimes she gets sad and can’t explain why.

“See?” Veronica said triumphantly. “She’s confusing the girl. Camila never had these problems before this woman arrived.” Alejandro sighed. “Paloma, I think it’s best if you just focus on the cleaning. Okay. Leave Camila’s education to us.” “Yes, sir.” Paloma returned to the office, heartbroken. She had just failed to protect Camila, and she knew things were going to get much worse. From then on, after Alejandro’s scolding, Paloma had to be more careful.

But Camila found a way to communicate with her without words. When Veronica approached, the little girl would run up to Paloma and touch her arm, making a sh gesture with her little finger. “Ready,” Paloma would whisper. Camila would smile proudly. The little girl began using simple drawings to communicate. A house meant Veronica was angry. A heart meant daddy was coming. A sad face meant I’m scared. You’re very smart, Camila. I’m so much more than everyone thinks. During the week, Paloma noticed that Camila understood facial expressions better than any adult.

I knew when Veronica was lying just by looking at her. How do you know? Watch out, she gets smaller. And when your daddy’s sad, he doesn’t look at me. It was impressive how the little girl could read people’s emotions. On Wednesday, Camila drew a picture that made Paloma’s blood run cold: a figure with yellow hair talking on the phone, and next to it she wrote, “Camila, she’s leaving.” Where did you hear that, Veronica? Phone. What did she say? School. Far away. The little girl had understood that Veronica wanted to send her to boarding school.

Are you scared? Camila nodded, tears in her eyes. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want you to leave either. That afternoon, Veronica went downstairs and saw Paloma giving Camila a cookie. How many times do I have to tell you she has a schedule? It was just one cookie. One cookie becomes two. Two becomes three. Where do the limits end? Veronica approached Camila. Go up to your room. But I’m still eating now. Camila got up quickly, but the cookie fell to the floor.

Just look. You made a mess. Sorry. You’re so clumsy, that’s why people don’t have patience with you. The cruel phrase made Camila lower her head. Go upstairs, I don’t want to hear any noise. Camila ran upstairs. Paloma approached Verónica. She’s just a kid, and I’m responsible for her. I don’t need opinions. I’m the only one, you alone, nothing. You’re here to clean, not to educate. Verónica followed Camila upstairs. A few minutes later, Paloma heard the bedroom door slam loudly.

When Alejandro arrived, Veronica already had the version ready. How was Camila’s day? Good. She played, she ate well. Where is she? Resting. She had a very full day. Alejandro didn’t even question it. He went upstairs quickly just to say goodnight. He found Camila pretending to sleep. Goodnight, princess. Goodnight, daddy. We’ll play tomorrow. Okay. Okay. But when Alejandro came downstairs, Veronica commented, “Alejandro, I’ve noticed that Camila is becoming very dependent on the maid. How is that? She only wants to play when Paloma is around.”

When it’s just the two of us, she stays quiet, kind of rebellious. Rebellious. Ah, nothing serious, just a phase. But I think we should be careful. Attentive to what? Children can get confused if they receive different education from different people. Alejandro was thoughtful. Do you think Paloma is doing something wrong? Not wrong, just different from what I do. And that might confuse Camila. I understand. It’s nothing serious. I just think we should talk to her about maintaining consistency. The next day, Paloma arrived and found Camila somewhat sad.

What happened, dear? Camila showed a drawing, a small figure alone, far from the others. That’s you. Yes. Why are you alone? Veronica said you’re going to leave. Paloma felt her heart sink. I’m not going to leave, but she said Daddy doesn’t like me playing with you. That’s not true. No, your Daddy wants you to be happy. And are you happy playing with me? Yes. Then everything is okay. Camila cheered up a little, but Paloma noticed that Veronica was sowing insecurities in the girl’s head.

In the afternoon, when Camila was drawing in the living room, Veronica came over. “What drawing is that? It’s Paloma. And me, why do you always draw Paloma? You never draw me.” Camila was at a loss for an answer. “Do you like Paloma more than me?” “Me,” she answered. “Do you like her more? She’s nice to me, and I’m not nice.” Camila didn’t know what to say. “Okay. I got it.” Veronica took all of Camila’s drawings and tore them up. “If you prefer the maid, then you don’t need to draw anything else.”

Camila started crying, then stopped. Crying children are annoying. When Paloma saw the torn drawings in the trash, she felt an enormous rage, but she knew she couldn’t confront Verónica directly. At the end of the day, when she was packing up to leave, she found Camila hiding behind the living room curtain. “What are you doing there?” Hiding. Whose? Verónica’s angry, and with me. “Why? Because I like you.” The sentence broke Paloma’s heart. Camila was being punished for loving her.

Camila, there’s nothing wrong with you loving me. There is. Veronica, she said. Veronica is wrong. Camila held up a crumpled sheet of paper. She’d managed to save a drawing before Veronica tore everything up. It was a small figure with tears in its eyes. That’s me. N. Why are you crying in the drawing? Because Veronica is going to send me away. Yes, I love you. Paloma hugged Camila, knowing the situation was getting more and more dangerous. Veronica wasn’t just being cruel; she was systematically destroying any source of joy in Camila’s life.

And worst of all, Alejandro had no idea what was going on in his own house. Alejandro decided to work from home on Thursday. He wanted to better observe the family dynamics. “I’m staying in today,” he announced at breakfast. Verónica tensed. “But you have that important meeting. I rescheduled it. I want to spend time with Camila.” Alejandro, she has a routine. If you change it, she gets restless. Restless or just happy to see her dad. The question caught Verónica off guard. During the morning, Alejandro observed everything closely.

Camila was playing in the living room when Veronica approached. Camila, put away those toys. Can I play more? No. Your dad is working and needs silence. But I’m not making noise. Yes, you are. Now put away. Alejandro, who was in the office with the door open, knew that Camila really wasn’t making any noise. A few minutes later, Paloma approached the girl. Do you want help putting away? I want to. How about a game? Red cars in one box, blue ones in another. Game. Camila got excited.

In five minutes, everything was organized and she had learned how to separate by color. Great, you’re super smart. Alejandro saw the difference. With Verónica, Camila was afraid to put things away. With Paloma, she learned by playing. In the afternoon, Alejandro went downstairs to play with his daughter. “What do you want to do? Can I show you what I know? Of course.” Camila ran to get paper and crayons. “I can write my name,” Camila wrote in shaky but legible letters. “Wow, who taught you?” Paloma. Alejandro looked at Paloma in surprise. She’s very smart, a fast learner.

“Camila, what else do you know?” The girl demonstrated counting to 20 words in English and tying her shoes. “I’m fine, very fine. I’m impressed.” It was obvious Alejandro was seeing his daughter with new eyes. Veronica watched from the kitchen, annoyed. Alejandro, isn’t she getting too restless? Restless, she’s happy, but look at how loudly she’s talking, gesticulating. She’s excited because someone is paying attention to her. During dinner, Camila told us about her drawings, songs she knew, stories she liked.

She’s very talkative today. Veronica commented critically. She was always talkative. She just needed someone to listen. After dinner, Alejandro took Camila to her room. “Did you like playing with me? I loved it, princess. Can you do it again? I can do it every day.” Alejandro looked into his daughter’s eyes. She was begging for attention. “I’ll try harder. Promise? I promise.” When he came downstairs, he found Veronica standing in the living room with a serious face. “I need to talk to you. About what? About today. Did you see how Camila felt?”

How did she become? More restless, louder. That’s not normal, Veronica. For the first time in a long time, I saw my daughter happy, but special children need calm, routine. She needs love and attention. And you think I don’t give her that? Alejandro hesitated. You do, but maybe not in the way she needs. Oh, what’s that? Today I saw an intelligent, curious little girl, different from the limited child you always describe. She had a good day, but the limitations still exist.

Or maybe she has more potential than we’re noticing. Alejandro, you work outside. I spend all day with her. That’s exactly why I want to observe more. Are you doubting my care? I’m not doubting, I just want to understand better. Understand? Why does Camila seem like a different girl when you’re not around? Veronica was left speechless. Tomorrow I want to be with her again, Alejandro. It’s not a request, it’s a decision. That night Alejandro thought about everything he had seen.

Camila was more capable than he imagined, and Paloma had accomplished in weeks what neither he nor Veronica had managed in years. For the first time, he began to question whether Veronica truly wanted the best for Camila or if she just wanted what was easiest for her. The next day, Veronica woke up determined to take back control. Alejandro had left for work after giving notice, “I want Camila to have a good day.” But Veronica had other plans. “Camila, come here.” The girl came downstairs excitedly because her dad had promised to play again that afternoon.

“I need to talk to you about yesterday.” Camila sat on the edge of the couch. You left your dad worried. How so? You got very restless, very loud, but he said he liked it. He said it so he wouldn’t hurt you, but then he told me you need to learn to control yourself. Camila was confused. She was sure her dad had been happy. Daddy likes quiet, well-behaved children, not ones who go around screaming and making a racket. No! I screamed. Yes, you screamed. And if you keep going like this, he won’t want to play with you anymore.

No, no. Nobody likes rude children. Camila began to doubt herself. If you want me to keep loving you, you have to stay very still, not talk too much, not make any noise. But he asked me to tell him things. He was being polite. Actually, he got tired. Tears appeared in Camila’s eyes. Don’t cry, crying is ugly. Daddy hates crybabies. Camila swallowed her tears, confused and hurt. Now go to your room and remember, if you want me to love you, stay quiet.

Camila went upstairs slowly, destroyed by Veronica’s lies. When Paloma arrived, the house was strangely quiet. Where is Camila? Resting in her room. She’s fine, she’s fine. She’s just learning to behave better. Can I see her? No, she needs discipline. Paloma spent the morning worrying. She didn’t hear a sound from Camila’s room. At lunchtime, Veronica called the girl. “You can come down.” Camila came down with red eyes, but without crying. “Hello, dear,” Paloma whispered. Camila looked at her, but didn’t respond.

Camila, Paloma called you. “Hello,” the girl replied listlessly. During lunch, Camila ate in silence, without raising her eyes. “See how well-behaved she is?” Veronica commented. “Much better than yesterday.” But Paloma knew that wasn’t good behavior, it was sadness. In the afternoon, Alejandro came home excitedly. “Where’s my princess? In her room.” But Alejandro is a little strange today. Strange, like very quiet, a little sad. I think he was sorry about yesterday. He was sorry. Why?

Children sometimes realize when they’re misbehaving. Alejandro went upstairs, confused. He found Camila sitting on the bed looking out the window. “Hello, Princess. Hello, sir. Sir, why don’t you call me Daddy?” Veronica said it’s more polite. “Camila, I’m your daddy. Tell me, Daddy. Okay. What do you want to do today? Whatever the Lord wants. I want to know what you want.” Camila remained silent. “Yesterday you were so excited. What happened? I misbehaved.”

Who said that? Veronica. Alejandro felt annoyed. Camila, I loved playing with you yesterday, but Veronica said you got tired. Veronica was wrong. I was, I was, and I want to play again. A little smile appeared on Camila’s face. Can I show you a new drawing? Of course. But when Alejandro saw the drawings, he was shocked. They were sad figures, people crying. Why are your drawings sad? I don’t know. Are you sad? Camila looked toward the hallway in fear sometimes. Why?

I can’t say anything with me. You can say anything. Verónica said I can’t share secrets. Alejandro sensed something was wrong. What kind of secrets? I can’t say anything but that you won’t love me anymore. The phrase alarmed Alejandro. Camila, I’ll always love you. Always. The girl looked into her father’s eyes, wanting to believe, but still afraid. Alejandro went downstairs, disturbed. He found Verónica in the kitchen. What secrets can’t Camila share? Secrets. She said she can’t tell me certain things.

Ah, that’s what I explained to her: she shouldn’t repeat everything she hears. Children sometimes distort things. They distort things like Alejandro. She has Down syndrome; sometimes she misunderstands and then explains things in a confusing way. But she seemed afraid to tell me something, afraid of disappointing you. I taught her that she should think before she speaks. The explanation made sense, but Alejandro was left with doubt. Something didn’t add up, and he was going to find out what it was. Alejandro spent the weekend observing.

She began to notice little things she’d never noticed before. On Saturday morning, during breakfast, Camila spilled some milk on the table. “Careful, Camila,” Veronica said irritably. “Sorry.” Camila shrugged as if expecting a bigger scolding. “It’s okay, princess. It happens,” Alejandro said, wiping it off with a napkin. Camila looked at her dad in surprise, as if unused to such calm reactions. That afternoon, Alejandro was reading in the office when he heard Veronica in the living room.

Camila, stop making noise with those toys. Alejandro listened. The sound was minimal, just blocks being stacked. But I’m not making noise. You are. Your dad is trying to work. Can I play more quietly? No, put everything away and go to your room. Alejandro frowned. Why couldn’t Camila play in the living room of her own house? On Sunday, he decided to try something. Camila, do you want to help me wash the car? Can I? Sure. Veronica quickly intervened. Alejandro is going to get all dirty and he might slip in the water.

She’s careful, but if something happens to her, it’s not going to be a problem. Alejandro took Camila to the yard. The little girl beamed as she helped soap up the car. “I like helping Daddy, and I like your help.” When they returned, Veronica commented, “Just look how dirty she is. Now she’s going to have to take another bath.” “No problem,” Alejandro said. “Not for you. I’m the one who’s going to bathe her. I can bathe her. You, Alejandro, you don’t even know how to bathe her.”

I can learn. She needs special care. She has a whole routine. Alejandro noticed that Veronica always found excuses for him not to take care of his own daughter. On Monday, he decided to do a more direct test. Veronica, I’m going to pick up Camila from school today. Why? Because I want to, but I always pick her up. She’s used to it with me. She can also get used to it with me. Alejandro, the change of routine makes her nervous. How do you know? Have we already tried it? It doesn’t need to be tried. Special children function better with a fixed routine, or maybe she just needs more flexibility.

Verónica was annoyed by Alejandro’s insistence. That afternoon, when she went to pick up Camila, Alejandro spoke with the teacher. How is Camila developing? Very well, she’s one of the most dedicated students. Dedicated, yes. She does all the activities, interacts well with other children, is very affectionate, and her behavior is exemplary. We’ve never had any problems with her. Alejandro was confused. The teacher’s description didn’t match the difficult child Verónica always described. She talks about the house.

Sometimes she talks a lot about the dove. I think she’s the nanny, the housekeeper. Oh, yes. She adores that dove. She always draws the two of you playing. And about the stepmother, the teacher hesitated. Well, she doesn’t talk much about it, she doesn’t say anything. Once she drew a female figure she called stepmother, but in the drawing the figure was far from the other people, distant, separate, as if she weren’t part of the family. Alejandro drove home thoughtfully. At school, Camila was described as affectionate and well-behaved.

At home, according to Veronica, she was difficult and problematic. What was the truth? When they got home, Veronica asked, “How was it?” “Fine, the teacher said Camila is one of the best students.” “Sure, at school she behaves well. The problem is at home.” N: Why would it be different? Because at home she feels more comfortable throwing tantrums. Or maybe at home she feels less accepted. The phrase slipped out without Alejandro noticing. Veronica was offended.

Are you implying that I don’t accept her? I’m not implying anything. Yes, you are. Do you think I treat her badly, Veronica? I just think maybe we can be more positive with her. Positives like praising her more, criticizing her less. Alejandro, too much praise spoils children. She needs limits. Of course she needs them, but she also needs affection. And you think I don’t give her affection? Alejandro looked at his wife. When was the last time he saw Veronica spontaneously hug Camila?

Or praise something she did? I think we can all improve. But inside, Alejandro was seriously starting to question whether Veronica truly loved Camila or if she was just tolerating her presence. On Tuesday, Veronica woke up knowing she needed to take action. Alejandro was asking too many questions, observing too much. Paloma, I need to talk to you. Yes, ma’am. I’ve noticed you’re getting too involved with Camila. How so? Teaching her things, playing games. That’s not part of your job. She likes to learn. But Alejandro and I are the ones who decide what she should learn, not you.

Paloma remained silent. Besides, Camila is becoming very dependent on you. That’s not healthy. She does nothing alone. You’re confusing a child who already has limitations. Señora Verónica, I just want to help. The best way to help is to do your work, clean the house, just that. And if Camila wants to talk to me, you listen politely, but you don’t fill her head with ideas. What kind of ideas? That she’s smarter than she really is? That she can do things she can’t.

Paloma felt angry, but controlled herself. I understood. Perfect. Because if I find out you’re still interfering with her education, I’ll have to terminate your services. The threat was clear. Paloma nodded and returned to work. Later, Camila approached her in the kitchen. Paloma, why are you sad? I’m not sad, dear. You are. Your eyes are different. Camila’s perception was impressive. It’s just that sometimes adults worry about work-related things.

Veronica was mean to you. Paloma hesitated. How to answer without lying, but without complicating things? Veronica just wants me to do my job well. You do. Fine, thank you, dear. Camila looked thoughtful. Paloma, are you going to leave? Why are you asking that? Veronica said you can go. Paloma felt her heart sink. Veronica was using the threat to scare Camila too. I’m not going to leave. Okay, promise? I promise. But inside, Paloma knew the promise might be difficult to keep.

In the afternoon, Alejandro came home from work and found Camila very quiet. “What did you do today, Princess? I played in the bedroom alone. Why didn’t you play in the living room?” Camila looked at Veronica before answering. “Because I have to be quiet.” Who said that? Veronica. She said you like a quiet house. Alejandro looked at his wife, confused. “I never said I wanted a quiet house. You didn’t say it directly, Veronica,” he explained. “But you always complain when you come home tired and there’s noise.”

What noise? Camila playing. Sometimes she gets restless. Veronica is 7 years old. 7-year-olds make noise. But special children need more discipline. Discipline isn’t total silence. Alejandro crouched down in front of Camila. Princess, you can play in the living room, you can make girly noise, it’s okay. But Veronica said, “Forget what Veronica said. Daddy’s telling you you can.” Camila looked uncertainly between her dad and her stepmother. Alejandro, don’t you think that’s going to confuse her?

Veronica intervened. What’s going to confuse her is receiving contradictory orders. They’re not contradictory, they’re complementary. So, I’m in charge of daily discipline. You can be more flexible on the weekends. Why only on the weekends? Because during the week, he needs a strict routine. Alejandro was getting irritated with so many rules. Camila, from now on, you can play wherever you want in the house. Okay, okay, Daddy. Veronica was visibly upset. That night, after Camila fell asleep, the argument broke out.

Alejandro, are you undermining my authority? Excessive authority or control. Necessary control. You don’t spend all day with her. And whose fault is that? You always find excuses for me not to be with her, either because you don’t understand her needs or because you don’t want me to understand them. Veronica was momentarily speechless. Alejandro, I’m trying to protect you. Protect myself from what? From disappointing you. Camila has real limitations. If you create too many expectations, the only limitations I see are the ones you place on her.

The phrase came out harsher than Alejandro intended, but it was what he felt. I don’t put limits on her. I acknowledge reality. What reality? The teacher said she’s one of the best students. At school, she’s different. Why would that be different? Verónica was left without a convincing answer. Alejandro, you’ve changed a lot since this maid arrived. Changed. How? Questioning everything I do, doubting my care for Camila. Maybe because I’m seeing Camila through different eyes.

What eyes? The eyes of a father who realized he was neglecting his own daughter. Alejandro went upstairs, leaving Verónica alone in the living room. She knew she was losing control of the situation. Alejandro was waking up, Camila was becoming more self-confident, and it was all because of Paloma. It was time to get rid of her once and for all. The next day, Verónica called a friend. Hello, Patricia.

Do you know of any reliable domestic agency? Why? For the current one? So many problems. I need to replace it urgently. What did she do? She’s meddling where she shouldn’t, inappropriately influencing Camila. Come on, what kind of influence? Filling her head with the wrong ideas, making her question my authority. And Alejandro knows, Alejandro is also being manipulated. This woman is dangerous, so fire her. It’s not that simple. Alejandro likes his job. I need a solid justification. What kind of justification? Something that proves he’s not trustworthy.

Veronica hung up with a plan formed in her head. If she couldn’t fire Paloma for obvious reasons, she was going to create reasons Alejandro couldn’t ignore. And the first step would be to turn Camila against Paloma. After all, if the girl herself rejected the maid, Alejandro would have no choice but to fire her. Veronica smiled coldly. And it’s going to be easier than she imagined. Camila was just a child with Down syndrome.

How could she resist the manipulation of a determined adult? But Verónica underestimated two things: Camila’s emotional intelligence and the strength of the connection the girl had developed with Paloma. The war was just beginning, and Camila, unknowingly, was about to become the centerpiece of a battle for her own happiness. On Wednesday, Verónica woke up determined. Alejandro was asking too many questions. It was time to get rid of Paloma for good. She waited for Alejandro to leave and called Camila.

I need your help today. With what? We’re going to find out if Paloma is honest. Veronica took off a gold bracelet from her own wrist. I’m going to leave this in a special place. If she takes it, we’ll know she steals. She doesn’t steal. Let’s see. You can’t tell anyone. Okay. Why? Because it’s our secret. If you tell her, Paloma will run away before we can prove she’s bad. Camila was confused, but nodded. Veronica hid the bracelet inside the kitchen towel Paloma always used for cleaning.

Now you’re going to stay quiet and watch. When Paloma arrived, she began cleaning normally. Veronica watched her from a distance, waiting. Paloma, can you clean the kitchen today? It needs a deep cleaning. Of course, ma’am. Paloma went to get the rags. When she picked up the dishcloth, the bracelet fell to the floor with a clatter. “How strange!” Paloma murmured, bending down to pick it up. It was exactly what Veronica wanted. Camila, come here now. The girl ran into the kitchen scared. “Look, I caught Paloma stealing.”

Camila looked at Paloma holding the bracelet, confused. Paloma, what are you doing with my bracelet? It fell off the cloth. I don’t know how it fell off the cloth. How did my bracelet end up on the cloth? I don’t know, ma’am. I just grabbed the cloth and it fell off. Camila saw Paloma with my bracelet. Camila looked between the two of them, uncomprehending. I saw her with the bracelet. So she stole. No, I didn’t steal anything. Paloma protested. Of course you stole. It was hidden in the cloth so you could take it later.

That’s not true. Camila saw you with the bracelet, right? The girl nodded, but she was clearly confused. “Grab your things and get out of my house. Ma’am, please let me explain. There’s nothing to explain. Thieves don’t stay in my house. I never stole anything. The bracelet was in the rag. How convenient, right?” Paloma looked at Camila desperately. “Camila, you know I would never steal. You know me.” Camila looked into Paloma’s eyes and saw genuine desperation, but she remembered Veronica saying it was a secret.

I don’t know. Take your things now. Paloma took her bag with tears in her eyes. Camila, I’m going to miss you so much. The girl started crying when Paloma left. Stop crying. You should be happy. We got a thief out of our house. I didn’t want her to leave. She was bad, Camila. You’ll understand when you grow up. But Camila continued crying the rest of the day. When Alejandro arrived at night, Veronica told him her version. I fired Paloma today. Why?

I caught her stealing my gold bracelet. What do you mean, stealing? Camila saw her with the bracelet in her hand. Alejandro looked at his daughter. Camila, what did you see? I saw a dove with a bracelet. Where? Kitchen. And did you see her taking the bracelet from somewhere? Camila hesitated. She remembered Veronica saying it was a secret. I don’t know. What do you mean, you don’t know? Bracelet. It fell. It fell. From where? From the rag. Alejandro frowned. Veronica, the bracelet was on the cleaning rag. It was. She hid it.

There. You saw her hide it. I didn’t need to see it. The evidence was there. What evidence. If she hid it in the rag, why would she drop it in front of you? Because we caught her off guard. Alejandro wasn’t convinced. Camila, Paloma seemed to be stealing. No, she seemed scared. Scared, as if she didn’t understand. The innocent remark made Alejandro think. Where is Paloma now? I don’t know. I’m not interested. I’m going to look for her. Why? To hear her version. Alejandro, don’t you believe me? I want to be sure before accusing someone of theft.

Veronica got nervous. If you bring that thief back, I’ll leave the house. Veronica, it’s not a threat, it’s a decision. Alejandro looked at his wife, noticing the ultimatum for the first time. Why are you so afraid of me talking to her? I’m not afraid. I just don’t accept thieves in my house. If she really stole, there’s no problem with me talking to her. The problem is if you doubt my word. I’m not doubting, I just want to understand better.

Veronica realized she was being overly defensive. Fine, do whatever you want, but if she comes back, I’m leaving. Alejandro thought for a moment. Veronica’s reaction was too strange. The next day, he decided to investigate on his own. On Thursday, Alejandro left for work, but returned an hour later without warning. He parked far away and entered through the back. He wanted to observe how Camila was behaving without her pigeon. He found the girl sitting in the living room alone, not playing with anything.

Hello, Princess. Daddy. Camila ran into his arms. Why did you come back? Veronica appeared surprised. I forgot some documents. Alejandro crouched down with Camila. Why aren’t you playing? I don’t want to. Why am I not sad? Trist looked at Veronica in fear. I miss Paloma. Camila, we already talked about that. Veronica intervened. Paloma was bad. She wasn’t bad. She was. She stole from us. She didn’t steal. Alejandro listened to the girl’s conviction. Camila, how do you know she didn’t steal? The girl looked at Veronica, torn because Pulsera wasn’t hers.

Exactly. That’s why she stole. No. Camila became agitated. Veronica put the bracelet on the rag. Total silence in the room. What did you say? Alejandro asked. Veronica put it there. Camila, stop making up stories. Veronica screamed. I didn’t make it up. I saw you put it on. Alejandro looked at his wife. Veronica, you put the bracelet on the rag. Of course not. He’s confusing things. I didn’t get confused. You said it was a secret. Camila has Down syndrome. Alejandro, make up stories. I don’t make them up. Camila started to cry. Alejandro picked up his daughter.

Calm down, princess. Tell Daddy what happened. Veronica put a bracelet on her, a rag for the pigeon to find. Why? To say that she was a bad pigeon. Alejandro felt his blood rise and told you not to tell. He told me, he said, it was a secret. Alejandro looked at Veronica with an expression she had never seen before. Is that true, Alejandro? Are you going to believe a girl with mental problems? She doesn’t have mental problems. She does, and she’s making things up to defend the maid.

Why would he make up something so specific? Because he misses Paloma and wants her back. Alejandro put Camila on the couch. “Princess, go to your room for a minute. Papi needs to talk to Veronica.” Camila ran out. “Veronica, tell me the truth. I already told you. The real truth. Alejandro, did you set a trap for Paloma or not?” Veronica realized she had no way out. I suspected she was stealing. I suspected she was always around little things that went missing.

What things? An earring, a feather. And you thought trying your gold bracelet was a good idea. I wanted to be sure. And when she didn’t take the bracelet, you decided to accuse her anyway. Yes, she took it, Veronica. She found the bracelet because you put it there, but her intention may have been to steal. The intention. Are you accusing someone for intention? Alejandro was screaming. You destroyed an innocent person’s reputation. Alejandro was damaging our family. How? By making Camila reveal herself, by making you question my care.

Maybe because your care deserves to be questioned. I take very good care of Camila. To take good care of her is to use her to lie about an innocent person. Veronica was left without a response. I’m going to find Paloma to apologize and then I’m going to ask her to come back. Alejandro, if you do that, I’m leaving the house. Then go. Veronica was shocked. What do you mean, I leave? If you can’t live with someone who makes my daughter happy, the problem is yours.

Are you choosing a maid over your wife? I’m choosing to do the right thing. Alejandro took the keys. Where are you going? To find Paloma. And if she doesn’t want to come back, I’ll understand. After what you did, she has every right. Alejandro, if you walk out that door, what are you going to do? Veronica realized she had lost all influence over her husband. Nothing, I’m just going to reflect on our marriage. Good idea. Alejandro left, leaving Veronica alone with her lies exposed.

She went up to Camila’s room. Spoiled girl, you told everything. You said not to tell lies. I told you not to tell the secret. But Daddy asked. And you couldn’t have lied. I don’t like to lie. Veronica glared at the girl with hatred. Because of you, I’m going to lose my husband. Sorry. Sorry. It’s no good. You ruined everything. Camila began to cry. Stop crying; it doesn’t solve anything. Veronica left the room slamming the door. She knew that when Alejandro returned with Paloma, her position in the house would become untenable.

It was time to go, but not before striking the final blow. If he couldn’t keep Alejandro, he was going to make sure no one else could either. Alejandro drove around the city looking for Paloma. He remembered her mentioning living in a neighborhood near the center. After an hour of driving around, he stopped at a gas station to ask if anyone knew a woman named Paloma, who worked as a housekeeper. “Paloma Hernandez,” the attendant asked. “Yes, I know her.”

“She’s there on the corner selling food.” Alejandro found Paloma at a simple stand serving meals to workers. Paloma. She turned around and was surprised. “Mr. Alejandro, can I talk to you?” “Of course.” They walked away from the stand. “I came to apologize.” “You are sorry.” Camila told me the truth about the bracelet. Paloma remained silent. “Veronica set it all up. She put the bracelet in the rag to incriminate you. I knew something was wrong, but who would have believed me? You’re right, and I apologize for not investigating sooner.”

Thank you for believing now. Paloma, I want to offer you the job back. She hesitated. I don’t know if it’s a good idea. Why? Mrs. Veronica is still going to be there and clearly hates me. I actually think Veronica is going to leave the house. How so? We fought. She said if I brought you back, she’d leave. And you chose to bring me. I chose to do the right thing for Camila. Paloma looked toward the food stand and then back at Alejandro. “How is Camila?”

Destroyed. Crying, doesn’t want to play. Asks about you all the time. Poor thing. She was the one who told me the truth. Even scared, she stood up for you. She’s a special girl. Yes. And she needs you. Paloma thought for a few seconds. Okay, I’ll be back. Seriously, but if Mrs. Veronica mistreats me again, I’ll leave and I won’t come back. That’s not going to happen, I guarantee it. They walked back to the house together. When they entered, the house was strangely quiet. Camila, Alejandro yelled, “Daddy,” the voice came from the room.

Come down here, I have a surprise.” Camila went downstairs slowly and saw Paloma. Paloma ran over and threw herself into Paloma’s arms. Hello, darling. I missed you so much. You came back, and I’m back forever. Promise? I promise. Where’s Veronica? Alejandro asked. Room packing. Suitcases. She said she’s leaving. Alejandro went up to talk to Veronica. He found her packing her things. So you decided to leave. I have no choice, right? You made it clear you prefer them. I prefer the truth to lies. Alejandro, I made a mistake.

Mistake. Veronica, you destroyed the reputation of an innocent person. I was trying to protect our family. Protect from what? From someone who makes Camila happy, from someone who was taking her away from me. Camila was never yours. You never tried to win her love. I did try, by lying to her, by using her in your schemes. Veronica stopped packing. Alejandro, give me a chance. I can change. How? I can learn to handle Camila better. Veronica, you used my daughter to frame an innocent person.

How can I trust you after that? Because I love you. Love doesn’t do what you did. Alejandro, please, Veronica, it’s better if you go. We need time to think. Time for what? To decide if we still have a future together. And if I don’t leave, then it’s going to get very awkward for everyone. Veronica realized she no longer had any bargaining power. Okay, but this isn’t over. Alejandro, what do you mean? Camila is a special girl.

She needs care that a domestic worker can’t provide. What kind of care? Mother’s care. And if I can’t be her mother, maybe it’s better for her to go to a family who can care for her properly. What are you talking about? I’m talking about families specializing in children like Camila. Veronica, are you suggesting I abandon my daughter? I’m suggesting you think about her well-being. Her well-being lies in staying with the father who loves her and with a domestic worker as a maternal figure.

Better with a loving maid than with a mistreating stepmother. Veronica silently finished packing her suitcases. Alejandro, are you going to regret this decision? Why? Because raising a special child alone is easy, and no woman is going to want to marry a man who has a problematic daughter. Camila isn’t problematic for you, no, but for society, she can go to society. Veronica came downstairs with her suitcases. In the living room, she found Camila playing with Paloma.

Camila, come say goodbye. The girl looked at her without moving. Don’t you want to? No. Why not? Because you’re bad. I’m not bad. I just tried to educate you. You lied about Paloma. Camila, go away and don’t come back. Camila’s coldness surprised even Alejandro. It’s fine, but one day you’ll understand that I was trying to protect you. From what? Camila asked. From people who pretend to love you. Camila looked at Paloma and then back at Verónica. Paloma, she’s not pretending, you were pretending. The simple and direct observation left Verónica speechless.

She left the house knowing she had lost everything, but also knowing she wasn’t going to give up so easily. If she couldn’t have Alejandro, she was going to make sure he wasn’t happy either, and she knew exactly how to do it. With Verónica out of the house, life changed completely. Camila smiled again, played, and learned with Paloma. Alejandro started working part-time to spend more time with his daughter. For the first time, he felt like he had a real family.

Daddy, can I ask something? Camila said during dinner, of course, Princess. Veronica. Is she coming back? I don’t know why you’re asking. Because I’m scared. Scared of what? That she’ll be mean. Again. Alejandro looked at Paloma, who was helping Camila cut the food. Princess, if Veronica ever comes back, she’s going to have to promise to be good to you. And if she lies, how come? She promises, but she’s still mean. The question showed how Camila had learned to distrust adults.

So, I’m not going to let her come back. Promise? I promise. Camila smiled and continued eating. After dinner, Alejandro put Camila to bed and went downstairs to talk with Paloma. How do you think she’s handling all of this? Better than I expected. Children are resilient, but the things Verónica said to her, do you think they caused any trauma? They did, but love heals trauma, and Camila knows she’s loved. By me and by you. Yes. Alejandro was silent for a moment.

Paloma, can I ask you a personal question? Can I? Why do you care so much, Camila? Because she reminds me of my brother. You have a brother with Down syndrome. He had it, and he died when I was 15. How so? Pneumonia, but he actually died from lack of love. How so? My parents were ashamed of him; they kept hiding him, didn’t take him anywhere, didn’t encourage him. When he got sick, they barely fought to save him. Alejandro was shocked. When I saw how Verónica treated Camila, I remembered Joaquín and swore I wouldn’t let it happen again.

That’s why you dedicated yourself so much to her. For that reason, and because she deserves it. Camila is an incredible girl. Yes, she is. They stayed up late talking about plans for Camila’s future, school, activities. For a week, everything was perfect, but on Friday, Alejandro received a call at work. Alejandro Montemayor. Yes, this is Leicia Aguirre from the DIF. Alejandro’s skin crawled. Tell me. We received a report about negligence with a minor in your care. What do you mean, negligence?

Camila Montemayor, 7 years old, Down syndrome. What happened to her? According to the complaint, the child is being cared for by an unqualified employee while the father works. The employee is fully qualified, and I’m working part-time. Mr. Alejandro, I need to make a technical visit to assess the situation. When? This afternoon. Today is urgent. The complaint alleges imminent risk to the child. Alejandro hung up, trembling. He knew exactly who had made the complaint. He came running home. Paloma, Camila, what happened?

Paloma appeared scared. Verónica reported us to the DIF (National Institute of Family and Family Development). What do you mean, she reported us? She said Camila is being neglected. But that’s not true. I know, but they’re coming today to do an evaluation, and if they believe the report, they can take Camila away from me. Paloma went pale. What do we do? Prepare everything perfectly. Clean house, Camila well cared for, papers in order. Hey, and me, what about you? I’m just a domestic worker, no degree, no official qualifications. And if they think I can’t take care of her…

Alejandro hadn’t thought of that. We explained that you have experience, that Camila loves you. Alejandro, if they want to be strict, they’ll say that special children need a qualified caregiver. So what do you suggest? That we hire a nanny with a technical degree? And you? I’m still working as a housekeeper, but I’m not officially taking care of Camila. But she won’t accept someone else. She’ll have to accept at least until this situation is resolved. At 3:00 p.m., La L. Aguirre arrived with a social worker.

Good afternoon, I’m L. Leticia Aguirre. This is social worker Monica. Good afternoon. Please come in. Where is Camila? She’s in her room resting. I can see her. Of course. They came up. Camila was playing with building blocks. Hello, Camila. I’m Leticia. Hello. Hey, how are you? Fine. Who takes care of you when your dad works? Camila looked at Alejandro uncertainly. Aunt Monica. Alejandro lied, pointing to the social worker who got the hint. And where is Aunt Monica? Here. The social worker continued the performance.

Hi, Camila, how was your day? Well, the questions continued for half an hour. Camila answered everything correctly, but Alejandro noticed she was confused by the situation. Afterward, they spoke with Alejandro alone. The complaint alleges that an unqualified domestic worker is in charge of the girl. As you can see, that’s not true. Monica has a degree in pedagogy. I can see her degree. Alejandro was in trouble. It’s in his car. He can go get it. Did a social worker go out to look for the nonexistent degree?

Mr. Alejandro, the person who filed the complaint claims to have detailed information about negligence. What kind of information? That the child is left alone with an employee, that she doesn’t receive adequate support, that her development is being hampered. That’s a lie. I can speak to the complainant. Who is Verónica Estrada? She claims to be the child’s stepmother. Ex-stepmother. We’re separated. That’s why she filed the complaint. Probably the LC. Aguirre wrote everything down. I’m going to make a report based on what I saw today. The child seems well cared for.

She’s very well cared for. But I’ll need to monitor the situation for a few weeks. No problem. After they left, Alejandro sat on the couch, exhausted. And now, Paloma asked, now we pray that Veronica doesn’t have any more cards up her sleeve. But Alejandro knew Veronica wasn’t going to give up. The war had only just begun, and this time, not only Camila’s happiness was at stake, but his own custody as well. On Monday, Alejandro hired the LCK.

Fernando Villaseñor, a lawyer specializing in family law. The complaint is serious, explained Verónica. He alleges abandonment and negligence, but Camila is legally well cared for. The problem is that Paloma isn’t officially qualified to care for special needs children. And what does that mean? They can determine that Camila needs a qualified caregiver or even transfer custody. To whom? To whomever the judge deems most appropriate, including Verónica. Alejandro felt like his world was falling apart. Is there a solution? Some. You can hire a licensed nanny, put Camila in full-time school, or marry Paloma.

How so? If she’s your wife, she can legally take care of Camila. The stepmother has rights. But isn’t it obvious, yes, but if you really love each other, it can work? Alejandro returned home thoughtfully. He found Paloma helping Camila with her homework. “How did it go, Daddy?” Camila asked. “Good, princess, keep studying.” Alejandro called Paloma over to talk in the kitchen. “The situation is complicated. Lak Fernando said they can take Camila away from me. How can they take you away if they prove you’re not qualified to take care of her?”

And what do we do? Are there any options? Alejandro explained the alternatives. Paloma remained silent. And the marriage option? she asked. It would be convenient, but I don’t want you to feel obligated. Alejandro, can I be honest? Of course. I love you. I have for a long time. Alejandro was surprised. Seriously, really, but I never said it because you were married and then because I thought it was just gratitude. It’s not gratitude. I fell in love with you too. Seriously, seeing how you love Camila, how you take care of her, how you make our house a true home.

They leaned in close. “So, will you marry me?” Alejandro asked. “To protect Camila, to protect our family. Our family. Paloma, I don’t know how to explain it, but you two became my life. I can’t imagine existing without this anymore. Neither do I. It’s a yes. It’s a yes.” They kissed for the first time, sealing not only the legal commitment, but the emotional one. But we have to be discreet. Alejandro said, “If it seems too obvious that it’s a strategy, I understand.” The next day they went to the civil registry.

A simple civil marriage, with only the necessary witnesses. You are now officially Mrs. Montemayor, Alejandro said, coming out of the registry office. And Camila has a legal mother. When they got home, Camila ran to greet them. Where? They went. We did something important. Alejandro said, “What? Paloma is now my wife.” Camila was confused. Wife. It’s like when two people love each other very much and decide to become family. Paloma is family. Now she always was, but now it’s official. I can call her whatever you want. Camila looked at Paloma.

“I can call you, Mommy.” Paloma became emotional. “If you want, I want to. Then you can, Mommy.” It was the first time Camila had said that word since her biological mother’s death. In the afternoon, the girl arrived for the fourth visit. “Good afternoon.” I heard there had been changes in the family situation. It’s true. I married Paloma this morning. Very convenient, don’t you think? Lick Aguirre, I can be frank. Maybe. Yes, it was convenient, but it was also what I’ve wanted to do for a long time.

How so? I fell in love with Paloma watching her take care of Camila. The legal timing only accelerated a decision I’d already made emotionally. And you, Paloma, also fell in love conveniently, counselor. I fell in love with Alejandro long before I knew about the legal problems. If it were just convenient, I would have looked for another job. Why didn’t you look for one? Because I couldn’t abandon Camila, even though she was being abused by his ex-wife. Mainly for that reason, Camila needed someone who believed in her.

Lik Aguirre wrote everything down. Can I talk to Camila? Of course. She went up to the girl’s room. Hi, Camila, how are you? Fine. I heard you have a new mom now. I have Mommy, Paloma. And how do you feel about that? Happy. Why? Because now I have a whole family. Explain that to me: Daddy, Mommy, and me, like other families. And do you like your mommy Paloma? I like her a lot. What does she do that you like? She plays with me, she teaches me things. She doesn’t scream. Someone used to scream with you. Verónica used to scream. And now, now she doesn’t.

Only love. Only love. Daddy loves. Mommy loves. I love. Liik Aguirre came down excitedly. Camila seems genuinely happy. She is, Alejandro confirmed. I’m going to write the final report. Based on everything I observed, I see no reason to intervene. Seriously, the girl is well cared for, happy, developing. The marriage may have been strategic, but the outcome is positive for her. And the investigation, I’m going to recommend that the case be closed. After Li Aguirre left, the family celebrated.

It’s over. Camila asked. It’s over, princess. Veronica, he can’t take me. He can’t. Well, that night Alejandro and Paloma talked after Camila put to bed. “Do you regret it?” she asked. “Do you regret getting married, having taken on a complicated family?” Alejandro, “This family isn’t complicated, it’s special.” “How so?” Camila taught me that love has no limitations, that happiness is found in the simple things, that family is someone who loves you, not someone who shares your blood.” And I learned that being a father isn’t just about providing food and shelter; it’s about giving attention, affection, and presence.

Now we are three people who truly love each other, three people who will face everything together. But Alejandro knew that Verónica wouldn’t accept defeat easily. The war wasn’t over yet. The first few weeks of marriage were about adjustment. It took Camila a few days to get used to calling Paloma “Mami,” but once she did, she wouldn’t stop. “Mami, look,” she would say with each small achievement. “Mami, come.” When she wanted to show something. “Mami, I’ll stay with you when I was scared.” Alejandro watched the interactions with growing excitement.

For the first time since Isabela’s death, he felt like Camila had a true maternal figure. “Alejandro, can I ask you something?” Paloma said one night. “Sure. Do you feel like you’re betraying Isabella’s memory?” The question caught him off guard. Sometimes I do, but not in the way you’d imagine. And just like that, I feel guilty for taking so long to give Camila what she needed. What? A mother who truly loved her. Isabela loved her. Loved her. But Isabela died when Camila was a baby.

She grew up without a maternal role model. And with Verónica, Verónica pretended. And I was too blind to realize it. Alejandro, you did the best you could. I did it. I let my daughter be abused for two years. You didn’t know. I should have known. I’m her father. Paloma took her hand. The important thing is that now you know and you’re doing things differently. Thanks to you, thanks to us. We’re a team now. At school, the changes in Camila were evident. The teacher commented to Paloma, Camila is much more involved in class.

How so? Before, she was quieter and more withdrawn. Now she raises her hand, asks questions, and interacts with her classmates. That’s good, right? Very good. It shows she’s feeling more secure. Secure? How so? Children who feel loved at home become more secure at school. And how does she talk about home? She always speaks of Mommy Paloma with great affection. She draws the three of you together all the time. At home, Camila really drew the family constantly, always the three of you together.

Daddy was tall, Mommy was medium, she was short, all smiling. In their fourth month of marriage, Camila had an inexplicable crying fit. “What happened, princess?” Alejandro asked. “I’m scared. Scared of what? Mommy, she’s going to leave. Why would she leave?” Veronica left. Alejandro understood. Camila was afraid that Paloma would abandon her too. “Camila, look at me.” She looked at him. Mommy Paloma isn’t the same as Veronica. “How so?” I know why Mommy Paloma truly loves you and Veronica didn’t love me. No, Veronica was pretending.

How do I know Mommy isn’t pretending? It was a difficult question for a little girl to answer. Because when someone truly loves you, you feel it right there. Alejandro pointed to his chest. “I feel it. Do you feel that Mommy loves me?” Then you can rest easy. Paloma, who had heard the conversation from the doorway, entered the room. “Camila, can I tell you a secret? Can you? I chose you. How? Like this. Veronica was forced to take care of you because she married your dad. I chose to take care of you because I wanted to. Did you choose me? Seriously.”

I chose you from the first day I saw you. Why? Because you’re special. And I always wanted to have a special daughter like you. Seriously, really. Camila hugged Paloma tightly. I choose you too. Why? To be my mom. Forever. Forever. From that conversation on, Camila became more confident. She stopped asking if Paloma was going to leave and started making plans for the future. Mommy, when I grow up, can I live with you?

Of course, you’ll always be our daughter. And when you get old, I’ll take care of you if you want. I want to because family, care. For family. Alejandro and Paloma looked at each other, moved. Camila had perfectly understood the concept of family. One night, Alejandro found Paloma crying in the kitchen. What happened? Nothing serious, just happiness. Happiness, Alejandro, I never thought I’d have a family, and now I have you and Camila. And we have you. Sometimes it seems like a dream.

If it’s a dream, I don’t want to wake up. Neither do I. They hugged, knowing they had built something special. But the following week, Veronica would return to try to destroy everything they had achieved. One Thursday morning, Veronica appeared at the door with a man in a suit. Alejandro, I need to talk to you. What do you want, Veronica? I came to get what’s mine. You have nothing here. Yes, I have rights to Camila. The man introduced himself. Ligis Arturo Barragán, attorney. I’m here to represent Mrs. Veronica’s interests.

“What interests?” Paloma asked, appearing in the doorway. The woman was the minor’s stepmother for two years. That guarantees her cohabitation rights. Alejandro called LCK Fernando on the phone. “Mr. Lawyer, I need you here urgently.” While they waited, Veronica came into the house. “Where’s Camila? At school. How convenient. That way I can talk without her hearing. Talk about what? About her future. Veronica, don’t you have a future with Camila? Yes, I do. I was her stepmother for two years. I took care of her, I raised her.”

I was a maternal figure. Paloma almost laughed. A maternal figure. You abused her. That’s your version. It’s the truth. Prove it. Fernando arrived quickly. What’s the situation? The LCK. Arturo explained. My client wants cohabitation rights with the minor. The law guarantees this to stepmothers who lived together as a family. For how long? Two years. And what is the specific request? Supervised biweekly visits. And if the father objects, he can appeal to the courts, claiming that his marriage to the domestic worker was solely to harm my client’s rights.

Alejandro realized the trap. If he fought the visitation, Veronica would use that to question his marriage. “Lick Fernando, can you get that, technically?” “Yes. If you prove family cohabitation. Ma, I can prove it.” Veronica said. “I have photos, videos, documents. What kind of documents? Doctor appointments I attended together at school, shopping trips I made for her.” Alejandro knew Veronica really had those things. She always documented everything to look like a good stepmother. But there’s a problem. Fernando said, “What? If it’s proven that there was abuse during that cohabitation, the rights are revoked.”

How to prove abuse? Enlic Arturo asked. Witnesses, evidence, confession. There’s none of that. Paloma had an idea. Fernando, can I speak with Veronica for five minutes alone? It’s not advisable, please. Maybe we can resolve this without lawyers. Veronica agreed. The lawyers left. Alejandro stayed in the kitchen, but left his cell phone recording hidden. Veronica, what do you really want? I want my rights. What rights? You hated Camila. I didn’t hate her. You did. You said so yourself several times.

When? When you said she should have died with her mom, Paloma, when you pinched her, when you left her hungry, when you yelled at her. I lost my patience sometimes, sometimes it was always. You mistreated an innocent little girl. I tried to love her. I tried. Love isn’t about anything, Veronica. It either exists or it doesn’t. I couldn’t. Every time I looked at her, I felt rage. The rage of a 7-year-old. Rage at the fact that Alejandro never loved me the way he loved Isabela.

And you took it out on Camila. Maybe I did. How did you get it out? By being harsh, impatient. What else? Paloma, do you want me to confess? I want you to be honest for the first time in your life. Okay. I hated having to pretend I wanted that girl. I hated having to take care of her. And how I showed that hatred, being cruel, telling her she was a burden, that because of her, Alejandro would never love me completely. You said that to Camila. I told her and more. I told her she ruined my chance at being a mother.

Alejandro recorded everything in the kitchen. The lawyers returned. They reached some kind of agreement. Arturo asked. We arrived. Paloma said, “Verónica is going to give up any rights to Camila.” What do you mean, “give up?” Alejandro showed up with his cell phone because he confessed that he hated and mistreated Camila. Everything is recorded. The leak. Arturo looked at Verónica in shock. “Is that true?” Verónica realized she had fallen into a trap. It was a private conversation that could be used as evidence. Fernando confirmed.

Veronica, Alejandro said, you have two options. You give up your rights to Camila or I’ll use this recording against you. But, but nothing. You confessed that you hated my daughter, that you mistreated her, that you said cruel things to her. In the LCK. Arturo whispered something in Veronica’s ear. My client agrees to give up her rights. In writing, in writing. The LCK. Fernando prepared a waiver. Veronica signed with tears in her eyes. Alejandro, are you going to regret? What? Choosing this family over me.

I’d already chosen Veronica, and it was the best decision of my life. Veronica left the house knowing she’d lost for good. In the afternoon, when Camila returned from school, Alejandro told her that Veronica wouldn’t bother them anymore. She was gone for good. For good. Well, why good? Because now I can be happy without fear. And for the first time since Veronica left home, Camila smiled without a trace of fear in her eyes. Three months later, the family’s life had completely stabilized.

Veronica’s threat had passed, and now they could focus on what really mattered: being happy together. Camila was flourishing in a way that surprised even the doctors. At the last appointment with the pediatrician, Dr. Eduardo commented, “Camila’s development is exceptional.” “How so?” Alejandro asked. “Is she reaching milestones we didn’t expect for her age?” What kind of milestones? Communication, motor coordination, social interaction. Everything improved significantly. What could have caused this? A stable environment, unconditional love, appropriate stimulation.

Paloma smiled proudly, and at school, the teacher said she was one of the most beloved students in the class, even though she was different. Camila asked, “Princess, you’re not different, you’re special.” Alejandro replied, “Special is good. Special is wonderful.” At home, Camila had developed little routines that showed how secure she felt. Every morning, she woke up and went straight to Alejandro and Paloma’s room. “Good morning, Daddy.” “Good morning, Mommy.” “Good morning, my love.” Paloma would reply, “Can I have breakfast with you?”

Of course you can. In the kitchen, Camila helped with simple tasks. Putting bread on the table, putting away dishes, organizing things. Always singing softly, always smiling. Mommy, may I? I asked something. Can you? Are you having a baby? Paloma was surprised. Why do you ask that? Because other moms at school have babies. And do you want a little brother? I want to, but only if you both want it. And if we have a baby, are you going to help take care of it? I’m going to teach him everything Mommy taught me.

Alejandro and Paloma looked at each other. They’d talked about having children, but hadn’t decided anything yet. Camila, even if we have another baby, you’ll always be our firstborn. Always. Always. Well, a week later at school there was a Family Day festival. Each child could bring their family members to introduce them to the group. Camila beamed. “Daddy, Mommy, come meet my friends.” She introduced them to the whole group. “This is my daddy, Alejandro. This is my mommy, Paloma.”

A child asked, “Camila, why doesn’t your mom look like you? Because she chose me.” What do you mean, “chose you?” She didn’t have to be my mom, but she wanted to. That’s even more special. The teacher was thrilled with the answer. During the activity, each child had to draw their family. Camila drew her usual picture. Three figures holding hands, all smiling. But this time she wrote at the bottom, “My family who loves me.” “Camila, did you write this by yourself?” the teacher asked.

“I wrote, Mommy, she taught me.” It was beautiful. At the end of the festival, the director spoke with Alejandro and Paloma. I want to thank them. Why? Camila has changed completely since you got married. She was a sad, withdrawn girl; now she’s one of the most active. She was always special; she just needed love, and you gave it to her. She gave us so much more. On the way back home, Camila said, “Daddy, Mommy, can I tell you a secret?” Can you? I’m the happiest girl in school.

Why? Because I have the best family in the world. Even though we’re not rich, Alejandro asked. Rich. In what? In money. We’re rich. In love. It’s better. That night, after putting Camila to bed, Alejandro and Paloma talked on the terrace. Do you regret anything? he asked. Nothing. And you, I only regret taking so long to realize what really matters. What? What family isn’t the one you’re born into? It’s the one you decide to love and who decides to love you back.

Camila chose us from day one, and we chose her too. Alejandro took Paloma’s hand. Do you know what I want for the future? What? I want to grow old watching Camila grow, graduate, maybe get married, maybe have children. Do you think she’ll achieve all of that? With the love she has at home, she’ll achieve anything, even become a mother—especially a mother. She’ll teach her children what she learned with you, that I taught her that love has no limits, that everyone deserves to be loved, that family is about choices, not blood.

Paloma was moved. Alejandro, thank you for letting me be a part of this. Thank you for completing our family. They kissed under the stars, knowing they had won the most important battle of their lives. Inside the house, Camila slept peacefully, dreaming of her perfect family: a father who loved her, a mother who chose her, and a home where she could be exactly who she was. On the nightstand was the drawing she had done in school. Three smiling figures holding hands with the phrase, “My family that loves me,” carefully written on it. It was proof that true love always wins. And that the best families are those built with decisions from the heart, not blood ties. Did you like this story? Do you think Verónica got what she deserved? Do you think it took Alejandro too long to realize the truth?