You are rare, very rare, too rare to be wanted, accepted, loved.

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You are the opposite, the reverse, the turn back, impossible to coincide, follow you, that you encourage, you fall in love.

And she believed herself to be real, unique, perfect in her imperfection, normal in her abnormality.
She was born with a limitation that made her highly intelligent but unable to hold a conversation, an interaction relationship with another person.

I understood her, I knew how to see in her rarity a wild, virgin beauty, I understood her lack of information because her body was the perfect and harmonious reflection of the chaos of movements.

Nobody loved her because she repudiates the different, the person who maintains a trajectory, wrong or not, a way of being, perfect, imperfect, regular and irregular. She wanted to be loved without knowing what love was, to speak without saying a word.

Her parents abandoned her around the convent. A beautiful girl but with the unmistakable signs of that peculiarity that would make her a girl forever.

Commotion and alarm among the sisters, all anxious, with that instinct of feminine protection for helpless babies.

You are very rare, you were born without being expected, hidden, silenced.

And it was decided to take her to the Casa Cuna, an entity for single mothers that the convent ran.
She there she could be raised to give her the possibility of adoption.

But we all knew that no one wanted a child like that. That perpetual naivety scares them, her childish gestures in large bodies, her physical problems, what they will say.

You are a doll, a beautiful girl who can study and be anything if she receives the right attention.

But your features give you away and one by one they reject you while with a smile without a fold you clung to each face.

The last girl like that was unlucky and she was left in the custody of social affairs.

You are rare, special, wonderful, there is so much love in you, infinite possibilities, the perfect daughter.
But potential parents are looking for children à la carte, genetically perfect and, if possible, handsome.
Your beauty is abstract, different, you have to know how to look with the eyes of the heart, be generous and have an excess of affection to give.

We are mothers but not a particular mother, one of those who hug, kiss and pamper.
We can only protect you, wish someone to wake up today with the need for a daughter, a person who falls in love with you as soon as you see you.
You are rare, very rare, of a special rarity, immaculate.