For quite a long time, Gloria would run away crying every time she saw a baby on the street. The months after her daughter's birth, she stayed at home, hiding from everyone, but mainly hiding from Gary. She couldn't face having to tell people her daughter was dead, she didn't even know for sure if she was, and she couldn't stand the looks of pity in everyone's eyes, or people talking behind her back. She only reemerged when it was time to go back to school. It would be her last year, after all, and she had fully decided to go to the university.
Her experience had completely changed her, and she focused on her objective. By the end of the school year she was one of the best students, opening her the doors towards higher education. From that point on her life was settled, she became a successful businesswoman, she married a good man, and had his children. But, from time to time she still imagined how her life would be had her daughter lived. And, sometimes, she still wondered whether she had really died. Even having other children of her own could never fill the gap her unnamed daughter had left. It was a permanent scar that had made who she was.
One day, some years later, when Gloria was already in her late forties, and after her father had died, her mother called her. She told her she was dying, but that there was something important Gloria needed to know. She booked the first plane ticket she could find and flew hurriedly to her mother's side.
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