Year 1999 July 9 I was born and all this crazy entanglement began and that is where the story of a destroyed family begins. And what problem can a newborn have? It is true I had no problem, to understand we will go a little further back. My mother, a woman from the village and with little wisdom, moves to the city and because of destiny ends up working in my father's factory, at first their relationship was only professional, my mother dated someone else and never thought that she would end up involved with her boss, but that's how it was after many years of working in her factory the boss invites her to go out and she accepted his invitation. well and so the time passed until what they did not expect happened (or maybe if I do not know) but my mom was in a state and this is where all the good things begin, she despite having been in the city for many years was still a little credulous and it was very easy to convince her of anything, her family finds out that she is pregnant and everyone is very scared because she had the son of an important man and with money and they always told her “you're not married to him, it won't help you , your son is going to take you away and take him to Europe, he is not going to recognize him ”and thousands of other things that many people told him that just thinking about it make him laugh a little. But in the end she allowed herself to be convinced that all this was true and this is where all the mistakes my mother made begins and leads us to where we are. My mother decides to leave the factory and she even moved a few hours from the city and all this she does because of her self-inflicted fears and all the things that they were told she was very afraid she did not want to lose her son and like all mothers She was going to do the impossible to be with her son and make sure that this was always the case, and all this she did without thinking about the future and did not even think about the consequences that she could have for doing that. He didn't care about anything and from another place he continued with his life.
My mother before being in a state and going out with my father, she was going out with another person and after moving, he reappeared in her life and apparently accepted the fact that she was pregnant and obviously it was not his. Well, it is neither the first nor the last time that someone accepts a child that is not theirs. My father in all the development of the pregnancy was never aware of what was happening to me because my mother ran away and said nothing and had no way of looking for her and knowing how we were and like my mother he also made mistakes that lead us to where we are today.
My father was a man who at his middle age can be said to have already achieved his life goals because he always did what he wanted in his youth he was in the army and was part of the Portuguese colonial war and that made him a strong man warrior and it was not easy to beat he spent many years forming part of the Portuguese army enough to be able to retire and to carry out a few “missions” at his young age he was able to leave the army being deserving of a pension which he never played because he said That this was for his old age and enjoying his long-awaited retirement, after being forced to leave the army with a bullet wound to the leg. He came to Portugal and married Renata they had a daughter (Martha). But he needed more adventure in his life he wanted to do more than just stay at home, so he decided to undertake an adventure to Venezuela, and he did it with his suitcase, he got on a boat and came to Venezuela without knowing any Spanish and without knowing absolutely no one in that country totally new to him. In short, the years passed and his wife and daughter arrived in Venezuela and years later they had another son (David).
Venezuela at that time was a country with a good economy and this allowed my father to make his factory and have great financial freedom, he thought that he had his life completely complete and that he was not missing anything, and that was when misfortune came, his wife she was diagnosed with terminal cancer which ended her life in a few days. And there was the widower and with a younger son who raised with his daughter there was always a lot of sadness with the departure of his wife, but that is how the years passed, 10 years to be exact and that was when I arrived, my father was very nervous because he did not know how to tell his two children that they were going to have a brother and because he made the decision to keep the secret to himself and that it would be like this forever. Now you know the mistakes of my mother and my father, now we are going to the present time. I was born with bilirubin which represented a problem and a very scare for my mother because she was alone and did not know what to do or who to ask for help and I think that anyone in that situation calls him the father of the child, but she is still afraid that they were going to “kidnap me” she decided not to call him and called the person with whom she was dating and who helped my mother and of course me, she ran all the medical expenses, apparently she cared for me, and she did it without thinking for a second, everything went well I came out of the emergency, and we are discharged. Shortly after birth my father found out about my birth (and I don't know how until today) but he found out and looked for my mother all over the place, even under the stones, because my father wanted to recognize me, to his son and give him his help but what he did not know is that he had already gone ahead a few days after my birth Carlos (the person my mother was dating) tells him that he wants to introduce me, and he wanted to give me his last name, She accepted because she thought that in this way she avoided being “kidnapped” and with that, she closed the chapter (My mother did not know that my father was looking for us everywhere).
A few months passed and my mother and Carlos stopped going out, he just came home and gave my mother some help for me and left, they separated and although he knew very well that he was not his son he never stopped helping me always He was a good man with me. My mom started working, she traveled to the city every day to work in another factory, and she left me in a nursery. On those trips my father meets my mother and manages to talk to her and convince her that he did not want to take away his son, that he only wanted to help and now me, he was still his son, and he wanted to take care of me, and he was still thinking that he could recognize me, he did not know what had happened. And my mom had no idea how to tell him and always diverted the subject. They agree one day to meet me and plan that same day to recognize me and once and for all give me his last name until my mom has no choice but to confess everything that had happened and what she had done, my father was very upset He walked away for a time from my mother, and I was just looking for her to give her things for me, until my father and a lawyer find a solution which would be very easy, they would solve that problem. My father arrives at the house and gives my mother a document and tells her that with that the person who had recognized me was giving up his paternity rights and with that my father could recognize me because he was the biological father, she accepted and decided to search Carlos and explain everything and ask him to sign the document. Carlos in a tantrum refused and breaks the document in the face of my mother and the dice that he has legal rights and that he wanted to be part of my life, (according to the law he had rights over me) and this is how my mother was She is involved in the biggest problem in her life and in mine too, because her son had two parents fighting for him, and she knew that I actually had to carry my biological father's last name. My father never gave up and until the day of his death I always look for the way for me to carry his last name.
And there is the first problem of my life, for a child it is very difficult to grow up with two parents and not for the simple fact of having two parents. My mother always asked me that I could never and for nothing in the world mention my other “dad” to either of them, since neither of them could know that I lived with both of them. That is for a child it is very difficult because they always want to be telling everything they do and having to keep that secret for me was horrible, but I did it because my mom asked me to and I never imagined that all this was the root of a tree that was going to grow with many, many difficulties.