A Couple Abandoned 3 Brown-Skinned Children Right At Birth, 18 Years Later It’s Incredible…

 

A couple abandoned three brown-skinned children right at birth, 18 years later. It’s amazing. Hello everyone. Enjoy these moments of relaxation as you watch. The couple Thomas and Elena War are one of the most powerful, admired not only for their talent and career, but also for their luxurious and affluent life.

However, behind her brilliance are secrets and ruthless decisions that would change their lives forever. The year is 2006, in a private hospital. “Doctor, I want to see my children,” Elena shouted. Her voice weak, but full of expectation after 12 long hours of labor. She was exhausted, sweating profusely, but still trying to sit up to see the three newborns that had just been taken out of the delivery room. Dr. Ricardo Mendoza gave the nurse a look of doubt.

Nurse Clara Dominguez nodded silently and carrying the three little babies in her arms approached the patient’s bed. Congratulations, Mrs. Wi. Mr. Wiite, these are your three children. Clara’s voice was soft, but Elena could barely get close to them before letting out a heartbreaking scream. No, it can’t be.

He leaned back on the bed, his eyes wide open, filled with horror as he looked at the three babies in Clara’s arms. Why? Why do they have that skin color? Those are not my children. They were wrong. Thomas Wite, her husband, stood next to him, clenching his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His face turned red with anger.

What kind of joke is this? Do you know who we are? Do you know how much we have paid for this first-class hospital? And now they are handing us some black children.” Dr. Ricardo cleared his throat, trying to remain calm. Mr. Wiite, we have checked everything with extreme care.

They’re exactly your three children. Lie, that’s impossible. Thomas roared. Elena couldn’t take her eyes off the babies. She shook her head over and over again in her broken voice. No way. Never me. How could something like this happen? Clara tried to explain.

There are many cases of genetic mutations or influences from distant ancestors that can cause differences in skin color between parents and children, but there has been no mistake here. No, I cannot accept this. Elena was on the verge of madness, pushed Clara’s arm violently, almost making the babies fall.

I can’t, I can’t raise them, I can’t let the world make fun of me. Dr. Ricardo spoke firmly. Mr. Wite, whether they like it or not, they are still your children. Thomas stepped forward, his eyes bloodshot. We can’t raise them. This is a stain, a humiliation. Elena nodded frantically. Yes, I can’t raise them. I can’t let anyone know about this. Clara was horrified.

What are they saying? They’re your children. They’re innocent. Thomas gave the three babies a hateful look. Get rid of them. I don’t want them.” In the hospital office, the Wiite couple sat across from Dr. Ricardo. Elena trembled, clutching her designer bag tightly.

Doctor, is there a way to hide all this?” Ricardo frowned. Hide, what are you talking about? Thomas spoke in a tense voice, marking every word. We want to give up custody of the children. Immediately Clara, who was in the room, was out of breath. They can’t do that. Elena burst into tears. You don’t understand. This would destroy me. My family will never accept something like that.

Thomas tossed a folder on the desk. We already have the documents ready. We don’t want to have any ties with them. Ricardo sighed with a look full of disappointment. They really want to abandon their own children. Thomas replied coldly, they are not my children. Clara trembled with rage. You are monsters. Elena wiped away her tears. turning to the doctor.

“Please help us. We will compensate the hospital handsomely.” Ricardo gritted his teeth. “Okay, we’ll put them in the orphanage system.” Thomas got up immediately. “Perfect, do it as soon as possible.” Elena murmured. “I don’t want to see them ever again.” Clara clenched her fists. they will regret it.

Clara carried the three babies into the care room with red eyes. Nurse Ana Lopez asked, “Have they really abandoned them?” Clara nodded, her voice breaking. Just because of the color of their skin, just because of that. Ana hugged Clara. It’s terrible. Clara looked at the three little ones who were sleeping peacefully. They are going to grow up without parents. Ana caressed a girl’s cheek. Poor. Clara leaned over and whispered.

Mateo, Juan, Sofía, I hope you find a family that truly loves you. But destiny is never that simple. Madrid 2006, San Rafael orphanage. We have three new children. Mrs. Dolores Martinez, director of the orphanage, pushed open the door of the neunatel care room.

Her eyes narrowed as she saw the three babies lying in the cribs, wrapped in clean white blankets. They look different, said Carmen Ortega, one of the orphanage workers, with a look full of suspicion. Different. They are newborns, Carmen. Dolores sighed. Carmen twisted her lips, but they are black. Dolores frowned.

And what does that mean? You know this well. In this country there are very few people who adopt children like them. They prefer blond or blue-eyed babies. Carmen shrugged. Dolores sighed again and turned to the three little ones. Mateo, Juan, Sofía. May God help you find a home. But I knew that was almost impossible.

The first cruel words. Year 2011, Mateo 5 years, Juan 5 years, Sofía 5 years. Mestizos. Mateo was startled when he heard the cry behind him. he ran to look around and soon saw a group of children blocking the playground of the orphanage, led by Raúl Fernández, a boy who was two years ahead of them. “Dirty blacks, you are polluting this place.

Raul snorted contemptuously. Why do they say that?” asked Sofia in a low voice, holding on tightly to Juan’s hand, “Because no one wants to adopt them.” Raúl let out a mocking laugh. Who would want children who look like this? Mateo clenched his fists tightly. Shut up! We are just like you. Boom! A punch went straight to Mateo’s face.

He fell to the ground with blood on his lips. “You are not like us.” Raul said in a contemptuous tone, they will always be abandoned. John ran to lift Matthew, his eyes filled with tears. Sofia began to cry inconsolably. Don’t cry, Sofia. Juan gritted his teeth. Someday we’ll get out of here. We will show them who we are. But those words were only a fragile consolation.

The times they were returned year 2015, Mateo 9 years, Juan 9 years, Sofía 9 years. We are very sorry, but we cannot continue to raise children. The blonde woman María González looked at her husband Javier Gómez and sighed. They don’t seem to fit us. Javier shook his head. Mrs. Dolores frowned.

Why? Hadn’t they adopted them more than 6 months ago? Maria showed discomfort. We didn’t think raising three kids at the same time was that hard. Javier nodded immediately. And we don’t feel a connection to them either. Matthew, John, and Sophie remained silent, but deep down all three knew the real reason. They send us back because we don’t look like them,” Sofia whispered.

Mateo gritted his teeth. “Someday they will regret it.” But that wasn’t the last time. In 2016, the Pérez family adopted them. In 2017 they were returned. In 2018, another couple tried to adopt them. In 2019 they were returned to the orphanage. The reason was always the same. They don’t fit into our family. Discrimination even within the orphanage. Year 2020. Mateo 14 years old.

Juan, 14 years old. Sofia, 14 years old. Inside the orphanage’s dining room, Alejandro Ruiz, one of the teachers, walked past the three siblings who were in line waiting for their food. frowned. The three of you, why are you always together? Because we are brothers, Mateo replied with a firm look, without a trace of fear. Alejandro handcuffed an ironic smile. Seriously. How strange.

Why are they nothing alike? Juan clenched his fists. What does it mean to look alike? Just because our skin isn’t white. Alejandro shrugged. I’m just telling the truth and better not expect any favoritism here. And so it was. Mateo was the best in the class, but Alejandro always gave him low grades.

Juan enrolled in a sports course, but was rejected. Sofia wanted to enter the literature club, but was ignored. Other children were given preference, but the three brothers were always treated unfairly. “They will never accept us,” Sofia sighed. “But we will not give up,” Matthew murmured. Juan nodded. We have to be strong. Leaving the orphanage, facing a cruel society. Year 2024.

Mateo 18 years old. Juan 18 years old. Sofia 18 years old. So we’re leaving here. In front of the orphanage door, the three brothers stood there, looking at the long road in front of them. Where will we go?, Sofia asked with concern. Mateo tightly clenched his small luggage bag. Anywhere, but surely not here.

Dolores was behind them sighing. The three of you be careful. Juan turned to look at her. You have treated us better than the others. Dolores shook her head, but not enough to change your destiny. The three brothers took a deep breath and then walked away, but they didn’t know that the world outside was even crueler.

Madrid 2024. In a ramshackle corner of the city. What are we going to do now? Sofia hugged her old backpack tightly. His eyes looked with concern at his two older brothers. Mateo tightened the strap of his bag with a look full of determination. We have to get a job.

We have no experience, no degrees, and no one to help us. Who is going to hire us? Juan murmured. Mateo took a deep breath. We will find a way. They took a step into real life, but they didn’t know that this world was crueler than the orphanage. The first works on a construction site on the outskirts of Madrid. Who are you? The site manager, Manuel Herrera, frowned looking Mateo up and down. I’m Mateo. I want a job.

Manuel looked at him for a moment and then let out a laugh. Do you think I’m going to hire a brat like you? Do you have experience? No, but I can learn very quickly. Mateo replied firmly. Manuel laughed mockingly. That’s fine, but your salary will be lower than everyone else’s. Mateo froze. Why? Manuel shrugged.

Do you want to work or not? If not, get out. Mateo clenched his fists. I will. He took the job, but with each passing day he was treated as someone inferior. Hurry up, black brat. Be careful not to ruin the work, useless. Despite working himself to exhaustion, Mateo still received a lower salary than the others, but he had no choice. Juan got a job in a warehouse.

We need chargers. You can do it? The owner Francisco Vargas asked. Yes, sir, Juan nodded. Francesco raised an eyebrow. Your salary will be a little lower than everyone else’s. Why? Francis shrugged. That’s my rule. If you don’t like it, you can leave. Juan gritted his teeth. I will.

But as he began to work, he realized how unfairly he was treated. Quick, Olgazán, do you think you deserve to be paid like everyone else? Although he worked twice as hard as the others, John was still despised. Sofia got a job in a small cafeteria. Do you have experience?, asked the owner Beatriz Romero. Can I learn? Sofia replied.

Beatriz sighed. That’s fine, but you can only work the night shift and your pay will be lower than everyone else’s. Sofia bit her lip. Why? Beatriz shrugged. That’s my rules. Every day he had to endure the critical looks of the customers. A black waitress. This place has declined. I don’t want her to attend to me.

Sofia did her best to bear it, but her heart ached. The painful misfortunes. One day at the construction site, Mateo was carrying materials when he heard screams. Who do you think you are to contradict me? Manuel was standing in front of another worker, Raúl Pérez. I’m just saying that I deserve a fair payment, Raul replied firmly. Boom.

Manuel punched Raul directly in the face. This is a lesson for those who do not know what their place is. Mateo clenched his fists, but he didn’t dare to say anything. From that day on, Matthew understood that if he protested, he would also be beaten in that way. In the warehouse, Juan was working when a colleague, Héctor Navarro, blocked his way.

Listen, brat, I don’t like you. Juan frowned. Why? Hector smiled contemptuously. Why did you take my job? I just want to work, Juan said calmly. Hector snorted. You have no right to be here. From that day on, Juan was isolated by his classmates. In the cafeteria, a customer threw her cup of coffee on the floor.

She spilled coffee on me, the woman shouted. Sofia was paralyzed by the fright. I didn’t. Beatriz frowned. Sofia, this month’s salary will be deducted. Sofia was silent. Even though she hadn’t done anything wrong, she was still being punished. They understood a bitter truth.

That night, under the dim light of the old park posts, with the wind blowing through the trees and insects chirping, the three brothers were sitting on a stone bench. They had been there for a long time. Sofia broke down in tears. Why? Why do we have to put up with all this? Mateo clenched his fists. Because this society does not accept us. Juan shook his head.

What are we going to do then? Mateo looked up at the night sky. We have to be strong. But maybe it’s time to find out about our past. Sofia wiped away her tears. Do you mean our biological parents? Juan sighed. They abandoned us. What do you think we can find? Mateo smiled bitterly.

It’s not about coming together, it’s about confronting them. The three brothers looked at each other and knew that this was just the beginning. The secret about biological parents, Madrid, 2024 in a social data archive. Search our original files. You are crazy? John opened his eyes looking at Matthew. Mateo nodded.

We have the right to know the truth. Sofia bit her lip. I’m not sure it’s a good idea. Mateo clenched his fists. Don’t you want to know who abandoned us? Don’t want to face them? Juan sighed. And how are we going to find those files? Sofia murmured. In the social data system there could be information. Mateo nodded. We’ll go there.

At the social data office, the three brothers entered the old building. In front of them was a reception with an older woman, Margarita Torres. Margarita looked at them through her thick glasses. What do they need? Mateo took a deep breath. We want to find our original files. Margarita frowned. Names. Mateo Juan Guite, Sofía Wiite.

The woman was startled. Hite. Sofia frowned. Is there a problem? Margarita entered the data into the computer silently. His eyes widened as he stared at the screen. No way. John bent down to look. What’s going on? Margarita looked at them and then sighed. Wait a minute.

The woman went to a room in the back. She wore clothes that smelled like money, her face covered with thick makeup, sharp eyes, lips painted deep red, and her long fingers full of shiny gold rings. He looked at the three young men with a frown. The three brothers looked at each other tensely. The files revealed.

A few minutes later, Margarita returned with an old file in her hand. He placed it on the table. Here is the original information from you. Mateo hurried to open the file. Seeing the names of his biological parents, he was petrified. Thomas White, Alena White. Juan was stunned. They were the ones who abandoned us. Sofia trembled. No way.

Margarita sighed. Thomas War is a politician of great influence. Alena is a charity activist. Mateo let out a bitter laugh. A politician and a charity activist. How ridiculous. Juan shook his head. they abandoned us and pretend to be good people in front of the public. Sofia clenched her fist. We have to face them. The plan to confront the birth parents.

The three brothers left the building full of rage. Juan was the first to speak. What will we do now? Mateo clenched his fist. Let’s find them. Sofia gritted her teeth. And they will have to face the truth. They knew a battle was about to begin. Madrid 2024, a great charity event. Welcome to the World Children’s Foundation fundraising gala.

On the luxurious stage, Alena White, dressed in an elegant dress, stood in front of hundreds of guests. She was smiling confidently, holding the microphone in her hand. Today we are gathered here to help less fortunate children. I firmly believe that there is nothing more valuable than giving children a home full of love.

Loud applause rang out. Meanwhile, in a corner of the room, Matthew, John, and Sofia made their way through the crowd. “How well it acts,” Juan murmured with a sarcastic smile. We are going to show him what a home full of love is,” Mateo said coldly. Sofia glanced at Thomas White, who was talking to a group of businessmen. “There is our father.

Look at him, full of power, full of lies.” Mateo took a deep breath. It’s time. The moment of confrontation. Mateo advanced to the stage and tore the microphone from Elena’s hand. Sorry to interrupt, but I have a better story to tell. The whole room was silent, stunned.

Elena, horrified, exclaimed, “Who are you? Where are the security guards?” Mateo smiled crookedly. “I am your son.” The murmur spread throughout the room. Juan and Sofía took the stage with Mateo. Sofia smiled bitterly. The three children you abandoned 18 years ago. The room erupted in uproar. Elena turned pale. No, it can’t be. Thomas lunged at them.

What are they saying, damn you? Get out of here right now. Matthew spoke each word firmly. I’m talking about the night you signed the papers to give us up without hesitation. Why? Because our skin color is not the same as yours. The audience was speechless. The truth comes out. A journalist, Javier Ramos, quickly approached.

Do you have any proof of what they say? Juan raised the file aloft. Here are our original files where they are listed as biological parents Thomas White and Ellen White. They abandoned us as soon as we were born. Javier took pictures right away. Elena shouted, “Enough! You don’t understand anything. Mateo mocked. You are right.

We don’t understand how someone can abandon their own children just because of the color of their skin. Thomas, furious, roared. Get out of here now. But it was too late. The whole room had heard every word. The news spreads. Thomas White, a politician, abandoned his three children just because of the color of their skin.

Alena White, charity activist, actually a ruthless mother. Social networks exploded with comments full of indignation. How disgusting they are. Hypocrites. This is unforgivable. Matthew, John, and Sophie watched as the news spread with a bittersweet sense of satisfaction and bitterness. Sofia whispered. At last the truth came to light. Madrid. The next day, the seat of government, Mr.

Thomas White, do you have anything to say about the news that’s circulating? Reporters surrounded Thomas White as he left the government building. The flashes of the cameras illuminated his face and the microphones pointed at him everywhere. Reporters were jostling each other, throwing questions nonstop, waiting for a convincing answer.

Thomas gritted his teeth. This is just a misunderstanding. Javier Ramos, the investigative journalist, spoke in a curt tone. You deny that you abandoned your three biological children because of the color of their skin. Thomas’s face turned red. That happened a long time ago. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.

But people want to know, a person who abandoned his own children just because of skin color deserves to represent the public as a politician. Thomas, furious, slapped the microphones away. I won’t answer anything else, he walked hurriedly, but the swarm of reporters wouldn’t leave him alone. Alena Watt is rejected in a posh coffee shop.

Alena Wat sat in front of a cup of tea with trembling hands. Beatriz Romero, her lifelong friend, looked at her with contempt. Elena, I can’t believe it. You were left with a discourse about love and compassion and you turned out to be the one who abandoned your own children. Elena shook her head. You see, I had my reasons. Beatriz let out a bitter laugh. Reasons, because their skin color was not the same as yours.

You’re a hypocrite. I didn’t want to lose my family’s honor, Elena replied weakly. Beatriz stood up. Honor, now you’ve lost everything. I can’t be friends with someone like you anymore. Elena looked at her paralyzed. As Beatriz walked away, a feeling of loneliness enveloped her.

Thomas Watt’s political career collapses in Thomas W’s office. An urgent call. Thomas, you must resign immediately. Joaquin Lopez, the leader of Thomas’ party, spoke in a tough voice. Thomas was startled. What? That’s impossible. I have dedicated my whole life to this party. Joaquín was blunt. We can no longer protect you. Public opinion is furious.

Sponsors are pulling out. If you do not resign, you will be forced to do so. Thomas threw his cup of coffee on the floor. No, I can’t lose. But the call had already been cut off. Elena loses everything. Headquarters of the charitable foundation, an important meeting. Alena White, we’re sorry, but the board has decided to end her role in the organization.

Elena, horrified, exclaimed, “They can’t do this to me.” Ana Beltrán, the director of the organization, responded seriously. We cannot allow a woman who abandoned her own children to continue to be the image of our foundation. Elena slumped back in her chair, her face pale. Ana concluded in a cold voice. We ask him to leave the office.

Elena stood up trembling and staggered out. They are rejected by society. The media did not stop urging Thomas and Elena’s past. TV shows, newspapers, and social media were saturated with critical articles. The power couple of yesteryear, now the most hated in Madrid. Elena from charity activist to heartless hypocrite.

Thomas White, his political career destroyed by a terrifying truth. Friends turn their backs on them. At night at the Wite mansion, Thomas White looked around the empty dining table. No one attended his dinners anymore, no one called on the phone. Those who once praised him were now avoiding him. Elena sat in front of him with a blank stare. We have lost everything.

Thomas roared. All for those damn three. Elena didn’t answer, she just looked down at his trembling hands. Total collapse. A week later. The bank rejects the loan. We’re sorry, but given the current situation, we can’t approve your credit application. Elena, desperate, screamed. We are running out of money.

We need the loan to survive. The bank’s manager, Sergio Guzmán, shrugged. I’m sorry, but your reputation is destroyed. No one wants to invest in you. Thomas slammed the table hard. They will regret this. Sergio smiled coldly. I think it is you who should repent.

They lose their home, they lose everything. Wite Mansion. On the last day, Thomas and Elena were standing in front of the door, watching as the bank employees placed the seizure seal at the entrance to the mansion. Elena burst into tears. Where? Where are we going to go next? Thomas looked around. There were no more luxury cars, no money, and no people around him.

Everything had come to nothing. Elena carried an old suitcase while Thomas walked with his head down towards the train that would take him out of Madrid. A couple sitting nearby whispered, “Look at Thomas and Ellen White. What a shame! They used to be social, now they’re just a couple of failures.

Elena gritted her teeth as Tomas clenched his fist so hard that his hand trembled. They had lost everything. A miserable room on the outskirts of Madrid. Thomas War sat on an old bed with his empty gaze fixed on the yellowish ceiling. Elena sat next to him with her hands clasped, her face haggard.

“How? How did we get to this?” murmured Elena, her voice choked with tears. Thomas gritted his teeth. It’s all the fault of those damned ones. If they hadn’t appeared, we wouldn’t have lost anything. Elena trembled. But what did we do wrong? We just wanted to protect our honor. We really deserve this punishment. Shut up! Thomas shouted. Still don’t get it? No one cares what we think.

They only need a scandalous story to turn their backs on us. Elena burst into tears. Before we had everything, now we have nothing. Days of humiliation. a grocery store in a poor neighborhood of Madrid. Elena held a crumpled bill in her hand that she placed on the counter. “I want to buy some bread and milk.

The owner of the store, Rafael Morales, frowned as he recognized her. You’re Ellen White, right?” Elena was startled. “Me,” Rafael smiled sarcastically. “How ridiculous! The same woman who organized million-dollar charity events, now buying loaves of bread. Elena lowered her head. I just want some food, please.

Rafael looked at her with contempt. Your money is still worth something, but your honor is not. Elena squeezed the bag with the groceries and left the store with her eyes full of tears. Thomas looks for work, but is rejected at a construction site. Thomas War was standing in front of a large man, Alberto Fernández. I need a job. Alberto crossed his arms.

You were a politician. Do you really think I’m going to hire you? I can do anything, Thomas growled. Alberto laughed. Listen, Wite. You used to look down on workers like us and now you want to work alongside us. Thomas clenched his fists. I just need a chance. Alberto stared him in the eye.

No, you don’t deserve it. Thomas turned and walked away with his heart full of fury and humiliation. A luxurious mansion, home of the Wites, Thomas and Elena were standing in front of the door of the house of Thomas’ parents, Alfonso and Mercedes White. Mercedes opened the door and watched them from top to bottom.

“We need help,” Elena said with a trembling voice. Alfonso shook his head slowly. “It’s not possible, dad, mom, we’re your children. We have nothing,” Thomas shouted. Mercedes sighed. “You asked for it.” “Please, just a little money to start over,” Elena pleaded. Alfonso looked at her coldly. They have not disgraced this family.

You’d better never come back. The door slammed shut in front of them. Elena fell to the ground crying inconsolably. Thomas stood motionless, his fists shaking. This is really over. The press is no longer interested. In a small cafeteria, Javier Ramos, the journalist who had uncovered the scandal, read the newspaper.

A colleague, Clara Espinosa, approached. Thomas White’s case is no longer news, is it? Javier shrugged. That’s society. We expose a hypocrite. People get outraged and then forget. Clara laughed. So, what is Thomas War? Javier turned the page of the newspaper. Nothing, it’s nobody. In an old park, Thomas War was sitting on a bench watching people go by.

Elena stood beside him, haggard with a vacant stare. Do you think we will have a chance to start over? Elena whispered. Thomas did not answer. He looked at his rough, callus-filled hands. He no longer had power or money or anyone by his side. The price had been too high.

Madrid, a week later, one new morning, the three brothers were sitting in a small cafeteria. Sofia was looking at the newspaper in a soft voice. Thomas Wi and Elena Wat officially disappeared from Madrid. No one knows where they are. Juan crossed his arms. After all they did, they deserve to taste the taste of rejection. Mateo was looking out the window.

And where will we go? What will we do? Sofia smiled. We don’t have to run anymore. Now is the time to build our lives anew. Just then, a middle-aged man walked into the café. He had a serious look, graying hair and a penetrating gaze. Mateo, Juan, Sofia, the three siblings turned to look at him. I’m Luis García.

I want to talk to you. In Luis García’s office, the three brothers were sitting across from Luis in a large room where they hung diplomas from prestigious universities on the walls. Luis smiled. First of all, let me tell you something. You are strong people. Mateo looked at him suspiciously.

Who are you? And why do you want to talk to us? Luis leaned back in his chair. I’m a businessman, but more importantly, I’m someone who believes in justice. When I heard his story, I knew I had to do something. Sofia frowned. What do you mean by that? Luis smiled slightly. I want to help them. You have potential, but you haven’t had opportunities.

I want to give them a chance. The three brothers looked at each other. John asked, “Do you really want to help us?” Luis nodded. I want to give them scholarships to study at university. I believe that with their intelligence and determination they can achieve great things. Mateo clenched his fists. Can we trust you? Luis looked him straight in the eye.

No one can change the past, but you can change your own future. Sofia looked at her two brothers, then nodded slowly. We are not going to waste this opportunity. Complutense University of Madrid. Mateo left the classroom with a law book in his hand. Another student, Andrés Navarro, approached him.

Hey, Mateo, you got the best grade in class again. Mateo smiled. I have nothing to lose, Andrés. I can only move on. Andrés patted him on the shoulder. You’re going to be a great lawyer. Mateo looked towards the horizon with a heart full of determination. At a construction site, Juan with his safety vest on.

Chief engineer Pablo Reyes nodded his head. John, your design is very good. I think we can implement it. Juan smiled. I just want to build safer houses so that no one has to live in poverty like we did. Paul patted him on the shoulder. You’re going to make it. Editorial staff of the newspaper.

Sofia was sitting in front of her computer. Editor-in-chief Mariana López threw a paper on the desk. Sofia, you did very well. Your article on discrimination has attracted a lot of attention. Sofia smiled. I wrote it for those who were treated unfairly like us. Mariana nodded. You’re going to go a long way.

One afternoon, Sofia received an anonymous letter. If you want to know the truth about your biological parents, go to the Retiro Park at 6 pm. She frowned and immediately called Matthew and John. Mateo frowned. It may be a trap. Juan nodded. But it can also be something we need to know. Retiro Park.

Facing the past, the three brothers sat on a long bench waiting. A middle-aged man approached. Mateo, Juan, Sofía. They stared at him. I’m Miguel Hernández. I was Thomas White’s secretary, Matthew spoke coldly. What does Miguel want? Sighed. I want you to know something. Thomas White never regretted what he did, but Lena White, she tried to look for them.

Sofia opened her eyes in surprise. What? Miguel nodded. She looked for them many times, but Tomas prevented her. She was too weak. Juan clenched his fists. And now where are they? Miguel watched them for a moment before slowly answering in a place where no one remembers them anymore.

In a small cafeteria on the outskirts of Madrid, the three brothers were sitting across from Miguel Hernandez, Thomas W. Sofia’s secretary frowning. He says that Elena W tried to find us. Miguel nodded. She went to the social welfare centers. asked about you. But when Thomas found out, he stopped all his attempts. Mateo gritted his teeth. And now where are they? Miguel sighed. After being rejected, they left Madrid.

I heard that they live in a slum where no one cares what happens to them. Juan looked at his brothers and then at Miguel. Why does he tell us all this? Miguel looked down at his cup of coffee because at the time I turned a blind eye and now I want to redeem myself. A place where no one remembers them anymore, a marginal neighborhood in Seville.

The three brothers were standing in front of a ramshackle house with broken windows and trash everywhere. Sofia whispered, “This is where they live?” Mateo took a deep breath. Let’s go in. Inside the house, Alena W was hunched over an old bed. Her hair had turned almost white. His face was thin and haggard.

Thomas Wiite stood in the corner of the room with a vacant stare. When they saw the three brothers, Elena burst into tears. It’s you. Mateo stood tall. You still have the right to call us children. Elena could not answer. I’m sorry. Sofia smiled coldly. You feel it after 20 years. Thomas snorted. What are they doing here? Juan clenched his fists. We came to see his end.

Elena soyzó. I was wrong. I wasn’t brave enough to protect them. Mateo stared at her in a dry voice. Now that matters. Elena lowered her head as tears fell incessantly. No, it doesn’t matter anymore. Thomas grunted. They came to make fun of us. Sofia shook her head. No, we came to close the past.

The three brothers looked at them one last time, and then turned to leave. Elena cried inconsolably. Forgive me. But they didn’t look back. 5 years later, a large law firm in Madrid, Mateo Wiite, entered the courtroom wearing an elegant suit. A customer, Carlos Ramirez, shook his hand. Thank you, Mateo. If it wasn’t for you, I would have lost everything.

Mateo smiled. No one deserves to be treated unfairly. That’s the reason I chose this path. He looked at the building with a heart full of pride. A construction site almost finished, Juan Wiite wore his safety helmet, observing the building he had designed and which was about to be completed. Pablo Reyes patted him on the shoulder.

You did very well. Juan smiled. I just want to help those who are homeless. No one deserves to be abandoned as we were. An article that causes a commotion. Sofia Wiite was sitting in front of her computer screen clicking to publish her latest article.

The secret of fallen politicians when justice reaches them. His phone vibrated. It was a call from Mariana López. Sofia, your article is becoming the most talked about topic. Sofia smiled slightly. The truth always deserves to be revealed. An organization for abandoned children. The three brothers were standing in front of a large building.

The sign at the entrance read: “New Hope Organization, help for orphaned children.” Matthew looked around. We finally succeeded. Juan smiled. No child deserves to be treated like we were. Sofia took her two brothers by the hand. We finally found our real family.

They looked at each other smiling happily because in the end they had won. This story is clear proof that justice always exists, no matter how long the truth has been hidden. Discrimination, social prejudice and human cruelty can destroy the lives of the innocent, but determination and perseverance can help them overcome any obstacle.

Family is not just blood ties, but those who truly love and value us. Those who commit cruel acts will ultimately pay for their mistakes, and those who fight for themselves will find the happiness they deserve. If you liked this story, we invite you to like and subscribe to our channel.

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