always wanted a son. That was his dream since he played with rag dolls and tucked with the innocence of a child, yes, but also with tenderness and affection which emit only a father or mother. He soon made him understand life, with its setbacks, with its beautiful harshness, that having children is not as simple as cradling a stuffed animal, but she did not desist. When entrains your life, our hero decided it was time to get pregnant. To fulfill a dream. Le cost, had to wait a long time and overcome anxiety related, but he succeeded. And the nine months of pregnancy were not a bed of roses ... Of course, both the time spent in bed, frightened by the fragility of the baby growing in her womb, as the final leg of that wonderful metamorphosis intrauterine served to strengthen the link between mother and daughter. Or between mother and child. It never became clear. She stroked
for months. Gave heat and even spoke to him. But the day she gave birth to a black cloud settled over both. Barely had time to see more than his wrinkled face and hear her crying. He did not touch him.
- Madam, we are sorry, but your child has died.
- can not be ... I have listened to mourn ... I've seen him ... He also has looked at me ... I have smiled!
- Sorry, but something went wrong at the last minute and we could not revive him.
- It is not possible, my God, it is not possible ... I want to see!
and never saw him. It was removed from the womb and grabbed it. Dead or alive perhaps.
The story you just read me I have invented, yes, but not a case of science fiction. Unfortunately. Flor Diaz, representative of ADD (National Association of People Affected by Adoption Irregular) in Euskadi is collecting information on the 'theft' of children in our hospitals, on Wednesday put me aware of the existence of dozens of cases in which newborn babies have gone into the wrong hands. In some cases not even let parents look at the supposed corpse. Even those who had a family vault in which to bury him. Others are taught from a distance, a baby shrouded, unrecognizable. Even children told me about frozen. It is well known that sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.
Specifically, Flower is looking for his twin brother. His visit was enlightening. The emotion given off allowed me to make me the idea of \u200b\u200bthe size of many civilians living drama. The local perspective of a pain that is plaguing the entire globe, even from the opulence of the so-called first world might think it's a disgrace remote. Far from claiming
unravel the plot with a magic wand, I wanted to approach their victims, wanted to know their fears, their worries, their concerns, their needs. What less! Institutions and their representatives, must be kept warm and give all the support they need. And Flowers had a preferred application, psychological help for her and the other affected. This aid will be channeled through the service of assisting victims of my department.
was a fruitful and rewarding for both parties. So then I was glad when I found that Flor manifested by the many media that cover this issue which was a successful meeting for her. It had detected a sincere interest in us. That she had been wrapped. That was offered solutions. And I was glad because, really, did not mean anything.
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