Tuloy-tuloy ang PAGBUNTIS ni Madre, at nang ipanganak ang huling BABY, 1 NAKAKAGULAT na detalye ang nakalutas sa MISTERYO!

 

Isang madre ang misteryosong nabubuntis taon-taon, kahit na siya ay nakatira sa isang kumbento kung saan wala pang lalaking nakatapak, na lalong ikinaintriga ng Mother Superior. Ngunit nagbago ang lahat nang tuluyang matuklasan ng madre ang dahilan at isang nakakagulat na detalye na nagpapaliwanag kung paano nabubuntis ang madre bawat taon. Ang katotohanang iyon ang nagpapaluhod sa kanya. Inay, buntis yata ako. muli. Binasag ng nanginginig na boses ni Sister Esperanza ang mapayapang katahimikan ng umagang iyon sa kumbento.

 

Hawak niya ang isang natutulog na sanggol na ilang buwan pa lamang ang gulang sa kanyang mga bisig, habang ang isang batang lalaki na wala pang dalawang taong gulang ay nakatayo sa tabi niya, nakakapit sa kanyang maputing ugali, na curious na nakatingin sa Mother Superior. Si Nanay Caridad, na noon pa man ay tahimik, nakatutok sa pang-araw-araw na gawain sa pagpapatakbo ng kumbento, ay naramdaman ang pagdurugo ng kanyang puso sa isang segundo. Sa takot ay ipinatong niya ang kanyang kamay sa kanyang dibdib at nanlalaki ang mga mata na tiningnan ang binatang madre.

“Anong ibig mong sabihin, buntis?” nagtatakang tanong niya. “Nauulit na naman ang lahat, Ina, tulad ng dati. Ang hilo, ang pagkahilo, at ngayon ang aking katawan. Nagsisimula nang umikot ng kaunti,” sagot ni Esperanza na may kalmadong ngiti, na para bang ang pinakakaraniwang bagay sa mundo ang kanyang pinag-uusapan. Huminga ng malalim ang ina, sinusubukang pigilan ang kanyang kawalan ng pag-asa. Lumapit siya ng kaunti at tinignan ng diretso sa mata ang madre. “Sigurado ka bang sinasabi mo ito?” tanong niya, umaasang pagkakamali lang iyon, panandaliang takot.

Oo. Inay, alam ko ang mga sintomas na ito. Dalawang beses ko na silang naramdaman noon, at sa pagkakataong ito ay pareho na sila. Buntis ako, Ina,” nakangiting sabi ng batang madre, “Isa pang bata ang pupuno sa kumbentong ito ng kagalakan.” Ngunit ang ngiti ng pag-asa ay hindi nagpakalma kay Nanay Charity, sa kabaligtaran, ang kanyang mukha ay namutla, umiling-iling niyang tanong, hininaan ang kanyang boses, na para bang may nakakarinig sa kanilang sinasabi.

Alam mong pangatlong beses na ito. Paano ka mabubuntis muli? Ang sagot ay dumating na may parehong nakakabagabag na katahimikan tulad ng dati. Nanay, I swear, hindi ko alam. Wala akong ideya kung paano ito nangyayari. Alam ko lang na nangyayari ito tulad ng ibang pagkakataon. Akin na lahat. Alam mo yun. Ngunit hindi iyon makatuwiran. Isa lang ang paraan para mabuntis ang babae, giit ng nanay, ngayon kinakabahan na siya. Alam ko, pero hindi ako katulad ng ibang babae.

You know it, mariing sabi ni Esperanza. Ang Diyos ay nagpadala sa akin ng isa pang regalo, at handa akong tanggapin ito nang buong puso. Huminga ng malalim si Nanay Caridad. Biglang tumulo ang mga luha sa kanyang mga mata. Ang misteryo ay hindi na bago, at iyon mismo ang dahilan kung bakit ito ay lubhang nakakagambala. Sa ikatlong pagkakataon sa loob ng tatlong taon, sinabi ng dalagang iyon na imposibleng mabuntis siya. “Kung iyon ang tunay na kalooban ng Diyos,” ang sabi niya, mahina ang boses. “Kung gayon, oo. Pero tatawagan ko si Dr. Paloma ngayon.”

Kailangan nating kumpirmahin ang pagbubuntis na ito. Tumango si Esperanza at ngumiti na parang nasisiyahan sa desisyon. Syempre, Inay. Okay. Ngayon ay maghahanda ako ng bote para kay Miguel. Malamang gutom na siya. Hawak-hawak pa rin ang sanggol, ang madre ay tumalikod at umalis na may magaang hakbang, na para bang ang lahat ng ito ay pang-araw-araw na pangyayari. Pero hindi. Wala sa mga ito ay normal. Alam ito ng aking ina. Pagkaalis ni Esperanza, si Nanay Caridad ay nanatiling hindi kumikibo ng ilang segundo, na paralisado sa ipoipo ng mga kaisipan.

Pagkatapos ay dahan-dahan siyang naglakad patungo sa prayer corner sa kanyang opisina. Lumuhod siya sa harapan ng imahe ng Birhen at mariing ipinikit ang kanyang mga mata. “Diyos ko, hindi ako nagdududa sa iyong mga himala,” bulong niya, nabasag ang boses. “Kailangan ko ng liwanag, sagot. Ano ang nangyayari sa kumbentong ito?” Makalipas ang ilang minuto, nang gumaling si Yamas, kinuha niya ang telepono at tinawagan ang pinagkakatiwalaang doktor ng kumbento. “Paloma, ito ay apurahan. Kailangan kong pumunta ka sa lalong madaling panahon.” Lumipas ang ilang oras bago dumating sa kumbento si Paloma, isang bata ngunit respetadong doktor.

Sinalubong siya ng kanyang ina, dinala siya sa isa sa mga silid kung saan naghihintay na si Esperanza, nakaupo sa kama na may tahimik na ekspresyon na kontrast sa lahat ng tensyon sa hangin. Dumiretso si Paolo. Isinuot niya ang kanyang guwantes, sinukat ang kanyang presyon ng dugo, pinakinggan ang kanyang tibok ng puso, at kumuha ng sample para sa isang mabilis na pagsusuri. Ang kanyang ina, na nasa tabi niya sa buong oras, ay patuloy na naglalakad, hindi mapakali, na tila alam ng kanyang puso na ang imposible ay muling makumpirma.

Nang matapos ang doktor ay lumingon siya sa dalawa at huminga ng malalim. “Sir,” tanong ng ina, hindi na makapaghintay ng isa pang segundo. “Buntis siya.” Seryosong tumango si Paloma. Oo, buntis si Esperanza. Halos nakakabingi ang sumunod na katahimikan. Lumingon ang ina at kailangang sumandal sa gilid ng kanyang upuan. “Ito na ang ikatlong sunod na taon,” gulat niyang bulong. “Ito ay hindi posible. Esperanza, nagkasala ka ba? May natulog ka na ba?” Mukhang nasaktan ang dalaga sa tanong nito.

Nanlaki ang mga mata niya at niyakap niya si Miguel. Ina, paano mo maitatanong sa akin iyan? Alam na alam mo. Never akong naging close sa kahit sinong lalaki. Hindi kailanman, kailanman. Ito ang Diyos. Ina, walang ibang paliwanag. Isang himala. Maingat siyang tumayo at inilibot ang tingin sa buong silid. Maliban kay Padre Camilo, walang pumapasok sa kumbentong ito. Hindi isa. At ginugugol ko ang mga araw ko sa pag-aalaga kina Miguel at Pablo. At ngayon ako na ang bahala sa isa.

The doctor grabbed her throat, and forced it open gently. “Mother Charity, I conducted a thorough examination. There were no signs of sexual intercourse, no marks, no traces. Sister Esperanza remained intact. She was technically pure.” The mother crossed her arms, her gaze fixed on the window, as if searching for answers in the sky. After a few minutes, she took a deep breath. “It’s okay. If this is true, we will accept it. This child is welcome. Like Miguel and Pablo, we will take care of it with the same love.”

Esperanza smiled with tears and sat down again, hugging Miguel tenderly. Then the mother said goodbye and accompanied Paloma to the convent gate. As they walked silently through the cold stone corridors, the superior’s heart weighed as it always did, because deep down he knew. There was nothing normal about that story. And this was just one more piece of the puzzle that was still far from being solved.

At the main door, before the doctor left, Caridad stopped, holding the girl’s arm gently but firmly. “Hello, please, I ask you again. Don’t tell anyone what you saw today. I don’t want the name of our convent to be included in the newspapers because of Ate Esperanza.” The doctor nodded, with his usual calmness. “Don’t worry, Mother. Like the past, what I saw here will not disappear from the walls of this sanctuary.”

Not a word. The babies, the pregnancy, the miracle of hope—nothing to mention. The mother thanked them with a faint smile, but deep down, silence was the last thing she felt. When she closed the door, she slowly walked back to the convent. Her thoughts swirled endlessly inside her head, a whirlwind of doubt, fear, and distrust. Alone again, she sat on the chair in front of the inner chapel and rested her elbows on her knees, clasping her hands as if searching for answers in the silence.

“Three years,” she whispered softly, as if trying to convince herself. Three years in a row, without any contact with any man, she closed her eyes tightly, feeling her chest tighten. “A miracle. Is this really a miracle, Lord? I want to believe. I want to believe so much, but my heart screams that something is wrong, something is happening before my eyes and I can’t see it.” After a few hours, still troubled, Mother called Ana Francisca, her most faithful companion and right hand inside the convent.

A middle-aged nun, always dedicated, careful, and observant. The two sat in a small room next to the library. Caridad sat in her favorite chair, her hands folded in her lap, and looked seriously at her companion. Ana, have you heard the news? She asked, trying to keep her voice steady. The nun frowned, not understanding. What is the news, Mother? Caridad hesitated for a moment, then spoke. Esperanza was pregnant again. Ana Francisca opened her eyes in surprise.

No, it can’t be. He’s serious. Yes, Dr. Paloma confirmed it this morning. Same old story. Dizziness, lightheadedness, changes in her body, and now the test is positive. The nun leaned back in her chair in shock. Mother, you know that’s not normal. I’ve told you before. Caridad just nodded silently. Ana Francisca, who seemed to be counting on the fingers of memory, seemed to be trying to comprehend the impossible. After a few seconds, she spoke carefully.

Do you believe this is really a miracle? The mother sighed deeply as if she were carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. Ana, I don’t want to doubt the power of God, but something inside me is screaming. It’s warning me, telling me that there’s something hidden in these pregnancies. May God forgive me if I’ve made a mistake, but this time I won’t accept it like that.” She looked straight at the other nun with faith in her eyes. “I’ll find out how Esperanza got pregnant again, and more than that, I’ll find out how to give birth to that baby.”

With two more births, when the pregnancy reaches nine months, Esperanza mysteriously appears holding a baby. Ana Francisca is silent for a moment, and those words melt away. Then she nods slightly. You can count on me, Mother. Together we will discover what is happening in this convent, whatever it is. But what they don’t know is that by touching that mystery, by finding the truth behind Esperanza’s pregnancy, they are getting closer to a real danger, a danger so great that it will change the fate of the convent forever.

Because that secret, that particular secret, would lead Mother Charity straight to a wooden coffin seven feet underground. The silence of the buried truth would never be heard. But to understand how it all began, we had to go back a little. More than two years ago, the sunlight was still weak in the cold hall of the convent, when Paloma, the young doctor, who had recently arrived in the region, made her first volunteer visit. Paloma had arrived at the convent a few weeks earlier.

She seemed to want for nothing, offering her help with humility and dedication. From then on, she became the volunteer health care provider for all the sisters. Mother Caridad and Sister Ana Francisca carefully accompanied her as she took each nun’s blood pressure, handed out small bottles of vitamins, and shared a few kind words with the nuns. After the consultations, Paloma walked out with her gown slightly open and a genuine smile on her face to the mother and her assistant.

“You are all right, Mom, healthy and strong. I promise I will be back next week to continue taking care of you,” he said happily. The mother smiled, grabbing the doctor’s arm in gratitude. “I don’t know how to thank you, son. Honestly, you have no idea how much you have helped us.” Paloma smiled, shaking her head. “You don’t have to thank me. What I do is very small compared to what all of you do here. Bringing faith, the love of God, is more important than any prescription or medicine I can give.”

Ana Francisca, touched by what the doctor said, whispered, “You are an angel, Paloma, an angel sent by God to watch over us.” The young doctor laughed softly. Not an angel, but who knows, maybe one day a real angel will descend from heaven to this convent, which is a true sanctuary. Mother and Ana laughed with him, still not knowing how much the meaning of those words would change in the future. That day, after saying goodbye to Paloma, the nuns returned to their duties.

Mother Caridad returned to her office, where she began to review plans for upcoming spiritual activities and organizational tasks. Night fell on the Santa Gertrudis Convent with a quiet and almost sacred silence. After a long and tiring day of chores, prayers, and accumulated doubts, Mother Superior of Caridad made sure that all the nuns and novices were in their dormitories. Every door was closed, every hallway was silent, and the only light was lit from a single lamp above the altar in the main chapel.

Seemingly at peace, Caridad left her room. As she did every night, she knelt by the bed. She clasped her hands and whispered her last prayer of the day. She thanked him for the strength to continue her mission, for the lives under her care, and asked again for wisdom. “May the Lord illuminate what my eyes have not yet seen, and may the truth, no matter how cruel, always reach me,” she whispered before falling asleep.

She had barely closed her eyes when a dry, heavy sound broke the silence. It was the sound of something falling heavily, slightly shaking on the convent floor. The crash was like muffled thunder. The mother immediately sat up in bed, her heart pounding and her spine tingling. “My God, what was that?” she whispered, feeling a chill run down her skin. The noise seemed to be coming from inside the courtyard. She instinctively jumped. Still wearing her evening dress, she walked carefully to the door, slowly opened it, and looked around.

Everything was quiet, very quiet. Determined, she went to the other room, where her faithful companion from the convent, Sister Ana Francisca, was sleeping. She knocked softly, trying not to alarm the other sisters. “Ana, are you awake?” she called softly. The door immediately opened. The nun, her hair tied in a simple bun and her eyes almost sleepy, replied, “I’m sleeping, Mother.” But I also heard something. I thought it was a tree branch that had fallen outside.

Caridad shook her head seriously. No, Ate, the sound came from inside the convent grounds. Ana Francisca opened her eyes, feeling her heart beating. Inside the convent, she repeated it in a tense whisper. Are you sure? Ana, you know me. I have lived here for decades. I know this place like the back of my hand. I know where that sound came from. Something happened in the grounds. I will see what it was. The sister took a deep breath and without hesitation said, “Then I will come with you.” The two quickly put on their sandals and covered their shoulders with scarves, crossing the dark hallway.

The walk to the courtyard seemed longer than usual. That night, they had hoped to find something simple—a broken flower pot, a fallen statue, anything to explain the noise. But what they saw left them speechless. They stopped in their tracks. Their eyes reflected the moonlight pouring into the courtyard. The mother brought her hand to her mouth in shock. “It can’t be,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “My eyes, my eyes must be deceiving me,” Ana Francisca sighed.

There, lying on the stone floor, was a young woman, but she was no ordinary young woman. Her skin was very white, her face was delicate, almost ethereal, and she was wearing a habit, a completely white habit, unlike anything the sisters in that convent wore. The fabric seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, as if made of something heavenly. The two slowly approached, their hearts beating fast. The young woman was curled up in a baby position, motionless. Could she be dead?

Ana Francisca whispered, her hand trembling near her chest. The mother knelt down beside the stranger and gently touched his shoulder. “He’s alive,” she said, relieved to feel the gentle warmth of his skin. “Ana, just call Dr. Paloma. Tell her to come right away.” As another nun ran quickly through the hallways, the young woman began to move on the floor. She slowly opened her eyes in confusion. She tried to sit up, but still seemed weak and confused. “Where?”

“Where am I?” she asked in a low, trembling voice. The mother came closer, gently took the girl’s arm and offered her a happy smile. “You are at the Santa Gertrudis Convent, my child. You are safe. Can you tell me your name? Do you know how you got here?” The girl looked up, lost in thought, as if searching the stars for answers. She tried to think but the words would not come. She put her hand to her head in frustration. “I don’t know. I don’t remember my name, I don’t know how I got here.”

Anna Francisca returned a little later. Still a little anxious. “Ma’am, Doc Paloma is on her way.” The two carefully helped the mysterious girl to her feet. She struggled to lean against them, slightly trembling. Her mother took her to the kitchen, where the weather was warmer. They made her sit at the table. While Ana Francisca prepared hot tea, Caridad continued to ask simple questions, trying to find any clue as to who this woman was, but she just shook her head in confusion. When Ana finally handed her the cup, the girl took it with trembling hands, but before she could drink, something on the side caught her attention: a mirror hanging on the wall.

She slowly turned around and looked at her own reflection for a few seconds, and then brought her hand to her mouth in fear. “Am I a nun?” she asked as if she were hearing the question for the first time. The mother hesitated. She looked at Ana Francisca, who also seemed unsure of how to answer. Then Caridad spoke in a calm but firm voice. “If God brought you here, then you are one of us.” The girl lowered her gaze, still afraid, but somewhat calm. The dawn still shrouded the Santa Gertrudis Convent in its dense silence when Paloma finally arrived with an exam case in hand.

Mother Caridad and Sister Ana Francisca met him at the entrance and told him in detail everything that had happened that unusual night. The doctor did not hide his astonishment when he heard that a mysterious nun had been found unconscious in the yard, dressed in white and without memory, but he immediately fulfilled his duty and went to the wing where the young woman was resting. The woman in white was sitting on a chair near the kitchen fireplace, still trembling, holding a cup of tea in her hands.

When he saw Paloma approaching, he opened his eyes a little, startled, but said nothing. Paloma smiled and said, “I just wanted to check you out. Okay, I’ll hurry.” He performed some basic tests, taking her blood pressure, listening to her heartbeat, checking her reflexes and pupils. After a few minutes, he returned the instruments to his bag and gave his first examination. “Physically, she’s completely fine,” he said, looking at his mother. “But we need to investigate that amnesia. It’s like she’s blocked out all memories from when she was found.”

Sister Ana Francisca crossed her arms thoughtfully. Mother, shouldn’t we take him to the police station? Maybe the police will recognize him, look for relatives, records, whatever. The suggestion was barely finished when the nun in white shook her head. Her eyes widened in fear, and the cup almost fell from her hands. “No,” she exclaimed, her voice breaking. “Don’t take me there. I don’t want to go to the police station. “Mom, just let me stay here.”

I don’t know who I am, but I feel like this is my place. Caridad hesitated. The girl’s gaze was so sad, full of despair, like something in a mother’s heart. It was as if an inner voice was telling her not to abandon her. At least not yet. “It’s okay,” she said after a few seconds of silence. “You’ll stay here until we find out who you are. For now, we won’t involve the police.” Then she looked at Paloma and Ana Francisca.

“I trust your judgment. Tomorrow, when the other sisters wake up, we will say that he is just a beginner. A young woman sent us to help. No one needs to know how he got here, at least not until we understand who he really is.” The two nodded without hesitation. The doctor, although surprised, trusted the mother’s wisdom, and Ana Francisca, as always, supported her decisions. The young woman in white looked at the three and asked cautiously, “But what about my name?”

I don’t know my name.” Caridad approached, held her hands tightly, and replied, “From now on, you will be called Esperanza, Sister Esperanza.” And so, with no past, no identity, no memories, that woman officially entered the convent. A secret life, a mystery that walked among them. The next morning, as agreed, Esperanza was introduced to the other nuns as a novice. The sisters accepted her without hesitation. She showed herself to be humble, devoted, and willing to help with all the tasks.

In the days that followed, Mother Caridad immersed herself in a truly silent investigation. She searched newspapers, missing persons websites, convent records, and even prison databases. Not a single missing girl matched the seeming hope. None. She seemed to have come out of nowhere. Meanwhile, the newly ordained nun lived her life with exemplary dedication. She prayed fervently, helped in the kitchen, tended the garden and the novices. Her faith seemed genuine, her sweetness sincere, and her memory remained an enigma.

Then, when peace seemed to have been restored in the convent, a new, surprising event occurred. One afternoon, Esperanza began to complain of dizziness and lightheadedness. She sat up several times, and Ana Francisca noticed that she was pale. When questioned, she replied with a shy smile. “It’s just a stomachache. Maybe I ate something.” But the symptoms recurred in the following days until Mother decided not to take any more risks. “Just call Palo,” she asked with a smile. “I want a complete examination.” Soon the doctor arrived and examined Esperanza carefully.

He took her blood pressure, asked questions, and checked for symptoms. “This is strange,” Paloma said, frowning. “But these symptoms are typical of early pregnancy.” The silence fell like a bomb in the air. The mother opened her eyes in shock. “No, it can’t be. She can’t be pregnant.” Ana Francisca was shocked to remember the obvious detail. “Mom, we don’t know where she came from. She doesn’t remember anything. Maybe she wasn’t really a nun before she came here.”

Caridad placed her hand on her forehead and took a deep breath. It was too much to process. She ordered Paloma to take a pregnancy test immediately. A few minutes later, the results came and hit the convent like lightning. Positive. Esperanza was pregnant. She herself seemed more shocked than anyone else. She sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the edge of the mattress tightly, her eyes wide with amazement. But how? I’m a nun.

I’m sorry, in my heart, I already know. How could I get pregnant? The mother slowly approached, trying to remain calm. “Do you remember having any contact with anyone, any man, before you came here?” she asked carefully. Esperanza shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “No, I don’t remember anything, nothing from my past, no face, no name, nothing.” Paloma, still showing distrust, decided to check her one more time. Her expression turned serious, and she immediately called her mother with an urgent gesture.

Mother, you have to see this. Caridad came over, as did Ana Francisca. Paloma pointed out the results and showed the details of the physical examination. The mother, an expert in dealing with women of all ages after many years of living together, knew exactly what she was seeing. Ana Francisca looked too, and they both couldn’t believe it. Esperanza’s body showed no signs of being touched, no violation, no hint of physical contact. Everything indicated absolute purity. The mother was stunned.

The blood seemed to flow down her face. She, she was pure, she whispered. How could this pregnancy be explained? Once again, mystery settled within the walls of the convent. The tense atmosphere in the sanctuary of Saint Gertrude was momentarily interrupted by something unexpected. Esperanza, the nun dressed in white and with a distant past, smiled. A wide and bright smile that surprised everyone around her. She slowly placed her hand on her stomach and said sweetly, “I’m going to have a son.”

“This is a miracle from God,” she said happily. Mother Caridad, although she was a woman of unwavering faith, felt uncomfortable. It was too much, even for her devout heart. She looked at Paloma seriously, and when they were alone, she could not hide her anxiety. “Are you sure this can’t be a false positive?” she asked, crossing her arms with a tense face. Paloma, always cautious, replied that she had repeated the test to be sure. “There is something else, Mother.”

As you can see, her body is still clean. No man has touched her. This contradicts everything we know. The news was like an earthquake in the mother’s heart. Determined to seek spiritual guidance, she made a decision. She called Father Camilo, her old friend, a man who led the Catholic Church in the region and who she always turned to when something escaped her understanding. A few hours later, the father arrived, and the mother told him everything: the girl’s appearance without memory, the white clothes that did not belong to any order, the pregnancy that was confirmed without physical contact, and the tests that showed her complete purity.

Father Camilo opened his eyes, clearly affected. “Do you know anything about what you are telling me?” he whispered, looking at his mother in disbelief. “I admit that I doubted at first,” Caridad said, bowing. “But the tests, Camilo, are clear. She is pregnant and she is pure and without blemish. I have seen it myself.” The father was silent for a few minutes, reflecting before speaking. If all this is true, it is a sacred case, a miracle, but we cannot let this story spread.

If she leaves here, the press will attack the convent. The curious will destroy the holy. Protect her and protect that baby. The mother nodded. Likewise. And so it was decided. No one outside the convent would know about Hope’s pregnancy. She continued to be cared for there with the utmost care, away from the world’s sight. The young woman agreed without hesitation. I feel like this is my place. God brought me here, and this is where I want to stay, she said, Serena.

Months passed, and Paloma visited the convent often, to check on the progress of the pregnancy. Hope’s belly was clearly growing. However, there were some behaviors that caught the attention of Caridad and Ana Francisca. The nun in white insisted on conducting all the tests alone with Paloma. She did not want any witnesses, and whenever anyone got too close, she would cover her belly with her hands and say, “You can touch her after she gives birth. But now I prefer it this way. She must remain untouchable.”

God wanted it that way. The phrase, spoken with certainty, left all confusion behind. Ana Francisca, who had experience with many pregnant women, began to worry. In a moment of maternal confidence, she confessed, “Something is wrong with Sister Esperanza Madre; She doesn’t want anyone to touch her belly, and there’s something else. I’ve seen many pregnant women, and they all complain of pain, difficulty walking, and fatigue. Esperanza doesn’t feel anything; She walks lightly, and does everything with ease.”

It was as if she was carrying nothing inside. The mother sighed, not knowing what to think. Everything had been a mystery since she arrived, but the belly was there, Ana. Dr. Paloma confirmed the pregnancy. We couldn’t deny it. Sooner or later, that baby would be born, and God willing, we would have our answers. Time passed. The ninth month had arrived. Esperanza was still active, walking the halls, praying, helping in the garden. She showed no sign of fatigue.

Ana Francisca watched everything from a distance, without further questions, just taking in every detail. One afternoon, Ana Francisca, still suspecting that there was something more mysterious about Esperanza’s pregnancy than being Immaculate, suggested an idea to her mother. Wouldn’t it be better for her to go to the hospital? She was already in her ninth month. We could get rid of her habit. No one needed to know that she was a nun. But when the mother talked to Esperanza about Ana Francisca’s suggestion, she firmly refused.

No, Mother, I don’t want to. God put me here, and this is where you should make my child. Everything will be fine. I’m sorry. The mother didn’t insist. She just nodded slightly, although inside, she was nervous. And then, one quiet night, when everything was fine, the mother heard a sound that made her heart beat faster. A cry, a baby crying. She ran through the halls, barefoot, her soul in doubt.

When she reached Hope’s room, she was momentarily paralyzed by what she saw. The nun was sitting on the bed, dressed in white and her habit streaked with red marks. In her arms, sitting gently, a newborn baby was crying loudly, filling the room with the sound of life. “My God,” Caridad whispered, and brought her hands to her face. A little later, Anna Francisca arrived. Her eyes looked at the scene in disbelief. The doubt that had kept her silent for months had vanished.

The child was real. But Ana had another question in mind. “Who delivered the baby?” she asked, and approached. There was no need to wait for an answer. The mother, still confused, thought the same thing, but Esperanza, quiet and with a clear gaze, answered before the silence could become awkward. “I did it myself. With God’s help, ‘My child was born in my arms,’” she said, looking at the baby with love. In those moments, it seemed that no argument was strong enough to challenge.

There was the baby, alive and healthy, in her arms. But before we know the truth, who is that nun behind Esperanza? And is she really a miracle? Tell me in the comments: Do you think women who choose the path of religion should remain chaste their entire lives, or that everyone should experience motherhood? And also tell me in which city you are watching this video; I will mark your comment with a good heart. And now, back to our story.

This is how little Pablo came into the world, shrouded in mystery, but also surrounded by love. A baby full of life, of light, who captivated everyone with his bright eyes and loud cries. Mother Caridad and Ana Francisca were the first to bathe him, touched by the fragility of that little body that somehow already carried a weight that could be considered a miracle. The next day, a simple but deeply moving ceremony took place in the convent chapel.

Father Camilo embraced the baby and, in front of the assembled women, pronounced the words of baptism. “This child is a gift from heaven, a gift from God in this sacred place,” he declared in a broken voice as he blessed Pablo with holy water. Everyone in the convent looked at the child with astonished eyes. It was difficult not to be impressed by that story. A nun who suddenly appeared, without memory, dressed in white, who had become pregnant even though she was pure.

Despite the shock, a stunned silence still hung in the air, as if no one could fully process what was happening. A few days later, Pablo was officially registered. Although Mother Caridad hated lying, she chose to declare that the baby had been abandoned at the convent by an unknown person. It was the only way to protect her and Esperanza. After all this, Mother Caridad believed that the convent would finally find peace, but the silence did not last long.

Just a few months later, Esperanza became pregnant again. This time, she gave birth to Miguel, another healthy, smiling boy, who was also shrouded in mystery. Two years had passed since the nun first appeared, fell into the convent grounds, and Esperanza became pregnant again. In response, Mother Caridad called another meeting with the two pillars of her doubt and faith, Father Camilo and Sister Ana Francisca. Gathering in her office, Mother Caridad took a deep breath and looked into Father Caridad’s eyes.

I have always believed in miracles. That is why I received hope. That is why I baptized your children. But three children, three pregnancies, all without explanation. My heart is restless. I need to understand what is happening. Ana Francisca, who is sitting to one side, does not hesitate to express her opinion. May God forgive me if I have said too much. But from the very beginning, it all seemed strange to me. The father touched his chin thoughtfully and answered carefully. I did not know what to think.

I was as surprised as you. But look, the tests show that she is still pure, and besides me, no other man enters this convent. How do you explain that? If this is not a miracle, what is it? Then Ana Francisca began to list the points that had been bothering her for a long time. The total lack of memory from the day she appeared, the way she behaved when pregnant—always active, never complaining of pain. And there was one thing we had not discussed in depth.

Esperanza had never breastfed the children. The mother frowned. “That’s true. She hasn’t produced any milk yet,” Ana continued. “We always buy milk to feed Pablo and Miguel, and that’s nothing short of strange for a woman who has given birth twice.” Those words plunged the room into a thick silence. For the first time, the three of them were united by their growing suspicion. Then they decided to observe Esperanza more closely. But months passed and nothing happened. Esperanza’s belly grew as usual.

She remained kind, helpful, and calm. She helped with prayer, in the kitchen, and in the garden. She cared for her two children with dedication. To those who did not know her story, it was impossible to suspect anything. They met again, but this time it was Father Camilo who led the conversation. Perhaps, perhaps we are mistaken. Perhaps all this is truly the work of God, a miracle. We doubt, we sin. Mother Caridad crossed her arms, still divided.

My heart says, there is still something hidden before my eyes, but maybe you are right. Maybe I am guilty of asking too many questions. Then Ana Francisca, who was more restless than the two of them, suggested something they had never tried. We watched her during the day, but by night they had already thought of it. Perhaps the secret can only be revealed when no one is looking. The mother hesitated. I don’t know. I don’t know if we should investigate further.

Maybe we should let life follow the plan God has prepared. But Ana insisted. Just give it a try, Mother. Then Dad remembered something, stood up, and said, “In the church, because of the recent robberies, I installed security cameras. Maybe they will help. We can do the same here.” And so it was decided. That same afternoon, Camilo gave the small cameras to Mother and Sister. The two carefully placed the devices in several hallways of the convent, taking care that none of the other nuns, especially Esperanza, would suspect.

Night fell on the convent. Everything seemed normal, but at dawn, just after morning prayers, Ana Francisca went to Mother Caridad’s office with anxiety and a pounding heart. Mother, the cameras. We need to see, we need to know if they recorded anything. As they fast-forwarded the images to dawn, Mother Caridad and Ana Francisca’s hearts felt like they wanted to burst in their chests. As usual, the convent was enveloped in the silence of sleep. There was no movement in the halls until someone appeared.

The image saw the door to Hope’s room slowly open. With soft, almost floating steps, the nun appeared, dressed in white. She carried nothing in her arms. The children were sleeping quietly. She walked silently alone through the corridors of the convent. “She’s going to the chapel,” Ana Francisca whispered, her skin prickling. On the screen, they saw Esperanza open the door to the small inner chapel. She entered cautiously and remained motionless for several minutes. Once she was back in her room, she returned to her room as calmly as ever.

The mother and Anne could not believe it. “He is alone at night. What can he do?” Caridad whispered, still trying to reason. She crossed her arms and answered with conviction, “If he is hiding something, whether holy or human, it is in the chapel. Perhaps the mystery has been before our eyes all this time, Mother.” The mother did not answer, but her gaze was just as anxious. That night, the two decided to take action. They met in the mother’s office, turned off all the lights, and sat there quietly, watching the cameras on the monitor.

They pretended to be asleep, but they were alert. And then it happened again. Esperanza left her room, crossed the hallways like a shadow, and entered the chapel. “Now,” her mother said and immediately got up. The two hurried out and ran to the chapel. They carefully opened the door, their hearts beating, but there was nothing inside, not a trace of Hope. “She’s gone,” Ana whispered, stunned. “How is that possible?” Caridad looked around, examining the floor, the walls, the sacred images, searching for a clue.

Then Ana, in a daze, stepped on one of the floorboards, which had shrunk differently. “Mom, is it gone?” she asked, bending over. Her mother came over and answered sternly. “No, it’s not normal. It looks like there’s something underneath.” They knelt down and began to move the wood. After a few seconds, the board opened, revealing an opening—a deep, dark hole, hidden for decades under the chapel’s foundations. An ancient staircase led down, and there, at the end, was a tunnel.

But before crossing the tunnel, something more disturbing caught their attention. Next to the stairs was a small room, a kind of makeshift closet hidden under the floor of the chapel. They entered and immediately put their hands over their mouths in shock. Inside the secret room were fake bellies, several of them, of various sizes. Some had elastic straps still attached, others were stacked in boxes. “No, this isn’t real,” the mother whispered, unable to take her eyes off them.

“He deceived us all this time,” Ana whispered, paralyzed. “But what about the babies? Pablo, Miguel, if they’re not his children, whose are they?” Caridad said, her voice trembling. The silence was broken by a sound that chilled her blood. Footsteps, footsteps coming from the tunnel. Without hesitation, the two hid behind some boxes in the corner of the small room. They didn’t move, holding their breath. The person inside the room was Hope herself. She was still wearing her white dress, but her belly had disappeared.

She calmly walked over to one of the boxes, took out one of the fake bellies, adjusted it, and within seconds she looked pregnant again. Then, she returned the way she had come. The two nuns remained hidden for a few more seconds in complete silence. When the sound of footsteps died away, they emerged from their hiding place, exchanging glances filled with disbelief. “She has been deceiving us from the very beginning, my God,” the mother whispered, her voice low.

“But who is he, and what is at the end of that tunnel?” Ana asked, feeling her throat go dry. With the truth hitting her, the two walked towards the tunnel entrance. They held hands and began to move forward, the only light coming from the weak flashlight of Ana’s old cellphone. The tunnel was cold, narrow, and smelled damp. Every footstep echoed off the walls, adding to the tension in the air. “Ma’am, what if this is dangerous?” Ana asked, her voice almost a whisper.

“We can’t go back now. Let’s finish this once and for all. To find out who Ate Esperanza really is and what she’s hiding here, we have to get to the end,” Caridad firmly replied. They continued walking for a few minutes until they reached a new staircase. They climbed carefully. At the top, there was a wooden trapdoor. The mother took a deep breath and ran. What they found on the other side left them speechless. They were in a narrow, damp room, a former prison cell.

A woman in a prison uniform was lying on the bed. She looked older than Esperanza, maybe a year or two older. Her exposed belly revealed a heavily pregnant woman. The girl’s eyes widened when she saw them. “What are you doing here?” she exclaimed, scared. “You have to leave now.” The mother approached cautiously. “Just relax, we need an answer. The babies, Pablo, Miguel, are your children.” The woman, her eyes welling with tears, simply nodded. “My brother just helped me, to save my children.”

Please, you have to go. He will come. If he finds you here, everything will be lost. Go away. Protect my sister and my children. Don’t leave them helpless. The mother couldn’t react. Ana Francisca put her hand over her mouth, completely shocked. “Who is he?” Ana Francisca asked, her eyes wide, her heart pounding in her chest. The woman turned away from the cell, looking desperately at the two nuns. “There is no time to explain.”

You have to get out of here now! She screamed in fear. Before Mother Caridad or Ana Francisca could react, they heard firm, hurried footsteps. A man appeared in the prison hallway. He was tall, well-dressed, with the appearance of someone rich and influential, but his gaze was cold, icy. When he saw the two nuns, he frowned and shouted, “What are these creatures doing here? Are you the ones stealing my children?” The mother tried to answer but was stopped in her tracks.

The man reached for his waist, and there Ana Francisca saw the metallic gleam of the weapon. The pregnant woman in the cell screamed desperately, “Run, get out of here now!” Without thinking, Caridad and Ana turned and ran down the tunnel. Their mother closed the trapdoor as they ran through the underground corridors. Not long after, they were both climbing the stairs to the chapel, panting as their hearts beat as they always did.

As they walked through the convent hallways, Ana was still trying to make sense of what she had witnessed. “Mom, what’s going on? Who is that man? Who is that woman?” she asked between sobs, her breath cut off by her own breathing. “I don’t know, Anne, but God will protect us. He will show us the truth and save us from evil,” Caridad sighed, not stopping. Once they entered the main hallways, they immediately ran to Hope’s room. She was sitting there with the two children beside her, pretending to be calm.

When she was no longer alone, the mother entered and got straight to the point. Who are you really? What is going on here? Enough with the lies, hope. The fake nun slowly stood up, pretending to be confused. Mother, what are you talking about? You know I don’t remember anything. But Ana Francisca came over angrily. Enough, we know everything now. You are using a fake belly. We saw it with our own eyes, and we also saw the pregnant woman, the real mother of those babies in that cell. A man claims to be the father of the children.

Anne’s voice was loud, painful. You are welcome here in a holy place. We took care of you, we gave you a name, a home. And this is how you reward us, lying, deceiving, pretending to be a nun. Esperanza remained silent. She looked at the two children sleeping in the corner of the room. Tears began to stream down her face. She knelt down, crying desperately. I’m sorry. Forgive me. I lied, but I did it to protect you. To save my nieces. My sister is in prison, in prison because of her, and now she knows where we are.

He was coming. She was trembling as she held her mother’s hands. She just wanted to keep the children safe. Before she could speak, a loud rumble echoed outside. The mother brought her hand to her mouth. My God, they were forcing the door of the convent. She knew. She knew where that sound was coming from. Esperanza stood up, took the room key, and handed it to Ana Francisca. Protect them; she didn’t know where they were. Close the door, Anne.

I could take myself back, but you don’t take little children. And without giving her time to protest, she ran down the hallway. The mother chased after her, shouting, “Esperanza, wait, wait.” They turned into a hallway and there they found her. Guillermo, the man from the cell, with the same dark look, now angrier than ever, pointed the gun at Esperanza and shouted, “Where are my children, Cristina? I’ll kill you.” Cristina’s real name, Esperanza’s real name, finally came out.

“You won’t see them again,” she shouted. They’re gone, Guillermo. You’ll never touch them, monster. The mother, still trying to understand the whole truth, reached out and tried to intervene. “Please, put down the gun. Let’s talk. None of this should end like this.” But Guillermo looked at her with contempt. “Shut up, old woman. Get out of my way. This is between me and this hypocrite who pretends to be a saint. For the love of God, listen to what I’m telling you,” Caridad insisted, her voice trembling.

“Enough words,” he shouted, readying the trigger and pointing the gun at Esperanza, thirsty for anger. The nun closed her eyes, certain that this was the end of her life. But at the exact moment of the shot, something unexpected happened. The mother, in a desperate urge, threw herself in front of Esperanza. The sound of the shot echoed through the hallways. The impact threw Caridad against the wall. “Mom,” Cristina shouted and ran towards her. When Guillermo realized what he had done, he froze.

His hands were shaking. He started to back away in shock at his own actions, and at that moment the sirens were heard approaching. Father Camilo entered through the forced gate, accompanied by armed police. Ana Francisca, after locking herself in the room, called out for help. “Drop the gun now,” one of the officers ordered. Guillermo didn’t even react. The officers immediately kissed him and restrained him. Cristina was still kneeling next to her mother, bleeding but still breathing. “Please, hold on, hold on,” she repeated, her voice breaking.

At the hospital, Paloma and a medical team performed emergency surgery to remove the bullet. Hours passed, but life won. Mother Caridad survived. When she finally opened her eyes, surrounded by equipment and white sheets, her first question was not about the pain or the gunshot wound. Hope. Who was she? What really happened inside that convent? After several days of tension and delicate surgery, Mother Caridad finally recovered. Still weak, but thinking clearly, she asked to speak to Hope, or rather, Cristina, her real name.

Facing her mother, Cristina did not hesitate. With tears in her eyes, she decided to tell the whole truth. “I did not become a nun, Mother,” she said, her voice breaking. “My name is Cristina, and I am the sister of Monica, the woman you saw in that cell, and also of Paloma.” Her mother opened her eyes in surprise. “Paloma, the doctor.” Cristina nodded and took a deep breath before continuing. “It all started when our middle sister, Monica, decided to separate from her husband, Guillermo, a powerful, influential man, but, underneath it all, a monster.”

He discovered that he was a criminal. Cristina explained that Monica was only a few weeks pregnant when she decided to end the marriage. Guillermo, in revenge, came up with a cruel plan. He accused his ex-wife of a crime she never committed. Monica was unjustly arrested. Her fate was sealed. He would take the child to prison and lose it forever. Guillermo planned to steal the baby and leave it to rot behind bars, Cristina said, with anger in her eyes. And that’s when Paloma and I decided to take action.

We had to save my sister and the baby. Cristina said that they had discovered, using old underground maps, a tunnel that connected the prison to the convent. Paloma volunteered at the convent, and gained the nuns’ trust as she studied the paths to Monica’s cell. She had intended to throw her sister out there, but Monica refused. She said she was too dangerous, that Guillermo would look for her in the world. The plan was to just take the baby out and raise it here, away from his eyes, at least until we could prove the demon’s innocence.

There Cristina had the idea to invent a false identity, pretending to be a nun with no memories. She would assume a fake pregnancy with silicone bellies and, at the right moment, she would appear with the baby in her arms. It only took a moment for Paloma to prove my sister’s innocence, but it took longer than we thought. With tears in her eyes, Cristina confessed something she had never expected. Monica became pregnant twice more in prison.

When Guillermo realized they had lost their firstborn, he forced her to have another, and then another. He said he would give her the heir she wanted. Even though he was in prison, he was forced. He whispered, his voice breaking. Cristina knelt down and apologized to her mother. I lied. I deceived you all, but I did all this to protect my nephews, to save them from that man. And now, thanks to what happened, he is in prison and my brother is free.

The mother looked at her silently. Ana Francisca was also there, clearly shaken. “You made a big mistake, Cristina, a very serious one. And Paloma too. They played with our faith, our trust. They could have trusted us. I would have done everything to help,” Caridad said firmly. There was a deep silence, but then the mother sighed and added, “However, I forgave them, because even though it was a crooked path, they did it to save innocent lives, and those children were a gift from God.” Days later, Cristina surprised the mother with an unexpected request.

“Nay, gusto kong manatili dito. Gusto kong sundin ang landas ng Diyos, at gusto ko ring palitan ang pangalan ko. Kung hahayaan mo, gusto kong ipagpatuloy ang pangalang Pag-asa.” Naantig ang ina, napangiti, at magiliw na tumango. Sana, marami kang dapat matutunan, pero ang ginawa mo dahil sa pag-ibig ay hindi maitatanggi ninuman. Mayroon kang dalisay na puso, at marahil iyon ang iyong tunay na pangalan sa lahat ng panahon. Nagsimulang bumisita ng madalas si Monica sa kumbento. Nagpasalamat siya sa mga kapatid na babae sa pag-aalaga sa kanyang mga anak at buong pagmamalaking sinabi na nadiskubre niyang muli ang kanyang pamilya at ang kanyang pananampalataya.

Ipinagpatuloy ni Paloma ang kanyang boluntaryong gawain, na ngayon ay walang kasinungalingan, at kasama ang mga kapatid na babae, itinayong muli niya ang mga buklod na halos nawasak ng takot at palihim. At si Esperanza, na dating nagpanggap na isang madre, ngayon ay sumunod sa tunay na landas ng kanyang bokasyon, na napapaligiran ng panalangin, pagpapatawad, at pagmamahal. Sa huli, natuklasan niya na hindi niya kailangang magpanggap na mula sa Diyos, dahil pinili na ng Diyos ang kanyang puso bago pa man magsimula ang lahat.