My mother sold me for 5 thousand pesos to an older single man. I thought that from that moment on my life would be hell, but as soon as I crossed the door of the bridal chamber, a truth took my breath away…

My mother sold me for 5 thousand pesos to an older single man. I thought that from that moment on my life would be hell, but as soon as I crossed the door of the bridal chamber, a truth took my breath away…

My name is Marisol, I am just 20 years old. I was born in a small town in Oaxaca, in a poor family. My father died young, and my mother was left alone, struggling to raise my two sisters and me. But poverty never let us go: the debts grew, the collectors came every week, and my mother was practically exhausted.

One day, a woman from the neighborhood came to the house and told my mother that there was an older man, single, in the neighboring town, who needed someone to take care of him. If I accepted, he would give my mother 5 thousand pesos – a small amount for many, but at that time it was like a fortune for us.

I was shocked. I cried, I screamed, I couldn’t believe my mother had made that decision. I felt like a sold commodity, as if I was thrown into a dark fate. But seeing my mother’s desperate gaze, her trembling hands hiding her tears, I didn’t have the courage to reproach her. I just nodded silently, with infinite humiliation.

The wedding was arranged in a hurry. People said I was “lucky” to have a “livelihood,” but in my heart there were only shadows. He was much older than me, with already gray hair and a face full of deep wrinkles. I thought my life would sink into hell: to be the wife of an old and unknown man, without love, without hope.

On the wedding night I entered the bedroom with a trembling heart. But what I discovered left me speechless: the room was not dark or cold. On the table was a vase of fresh flowers, and next to it was an open book with a divider. He sat by the bedside, with a serene and kindly look, without a trace of the greed or desire I had imagined.

Seeing me nervous, she smiled softly and said:

– Don’t be afraid, daughter. I didn’t marry you to take advantage of yourself or to hurt you. I just want to give you a name, a roof, a family. I’ve lived my whole life in solitude… And now I just want company. I’m not going to force you to do anything.

I froze. The fear gradually disappeared, and was replaced by amazement. He didn’t call me “wife,” he called me “daughter.”

In time I learned the truth: his name was Don Esteban, and he had lost his only daughter in an accident many years ago. Since then, he has lived in isolation, dedicating himself to charity work and helping the poorest. When he learned about my family’s situation, he could not sit idly by. That “purchase” was just a way to protect me from the gossip of the people and allow me to enter their house with dignity.

Day after day I realized that he treated me with true kindness. He encouraged me to study, even hiding money so that I could send it to my mother and help my sisters. He taught me to read more, to think differently, to live generously.

Time passed, and I stopped blaming my mother. I understood that in his desperation he had chosen the only thing that could save us. And I also understood that life is strange: sometimes, where it seems that there is only darkness, an unexpected light can be turned on.

Three years later, thanks to his support, I finished my technical degree in nursing. I could now work, support myself and help my family. And he was still by my side, not as a husband, but as a loving adoptive father.

One afternoon he handed me a savings book in my name. He smiled and said:

“Now you are free to seek your own happiness. I only ask you to remember me as a father. That is enough for me.

I hugged him crying. I never imagined that from a path marked by despair such a pure bond would be born.

Today, when I remember that stage, I no longer think that my mother “sold” me. I think it was a strange play of fate. Thanks to my mother’s sacrifice and Don Esteban’s kind heart, today I have a different life: quiet, full of love and hope.