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They were indeed his parents, poor farmers from a small village in Oaxaca. When Javier was little, crushing debt and drought left them unable to feed their children. In despair, they placed him in an orphanage, hoping he might survive and find opportunities they could never give him.<\/p>\n
Years later, when they had managed to recover a bit, they sought him out. But by then, Javier was studying, building a new life. He rejected them, ashamed of their poverty. He told people he was an orphan to avoid explaining.<\/p>\n
Through an acquaintance, they learned of his wedding and came\u2014not to disrupt, not to beg\u2014only to glimpse him, to see their boy once more.<\/p>\n
I turned to Javier, my voice trembling with both rage and heartbreak. \u201cYou deceived me all these years? You discarded your parents out of shame?\u201d<\/p>\n
His jaw tightened. \u201cMariana, you don\u2019t understand. I just wanted to escape. They gave me nothing but poverty. I wanted you to have a life free from that burden.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tears blurred my vision. \u201cAnd you thought happiness comes from lies? From scorning your own blood?\u201d<\/p>\n
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