mother got pregnant with their miracle baby, and my sister became their great love. At that moment, they regretted adopting me, removed me from my room – so my sister could have a better room of her own – and hid me in the maid's room. I barely saw them in the following years. They traveled on their days off with their biological daughter, and worked hard when they were in the city. When I turned eighteen, my father gave me an apartment and asked me to leave home. It was very painful, but I never blamed them. Never. Especially because Ana, my sister, was beautiful and intelligent.