Mama Fiona Confession [top] -

Fiona took a long breath, the kind you take before a plunge into icy water. “Elena was not your sister. She was your mother.”

And so, sitting between two graves—one of a daughter she lost, and one of a daughter she almost lost to silence—Fiona began to speak. Not of confession anymore, but of remembering. And for the first time in thirty years, the weight in her chest began to lift. mama fiona confession

Rosa stepped closer. “What secret?”

Fiona nodded slowly. “I did it for her. And then, very quickly, I did it for you. Because you became my daughter in every way that mattered. I forgot, sometimes, that you weren’t mine by blood. And then I would remember, and the guilt would eat another piece of my heart.” Fiona took a long breath, the kind you