Scarleth Amador

When I was little, my dad left. My mom gave me to a friend of hers to raise. She did not give me to any of my relatives. It was when I had use of reason that I  wondered, why me? And why so many bad things happened because my life wasn’t nice when I lived with my aunt.

I entered the NPH orphanage when I was about 9.  My aunt took care of me as long as she could because she also had her own children.  I don’t know how she managed it because first I went to a boarding school with only nuns in León; it’s called La Recolección, but I didn’t like it. 

I missed my aunt, even though we didn’t have a good relationship.  We weren’t very close, but I missed her. I felt good at NPH because there were many people my age, my size. I started to play and then they explained how it was, how it worked, so it seemed interesting to me and they welcomed me.

 At NPH I found a brother.  We knew each other in the house, but we didn’t know that we were blood siblings, of the same blood; we were children of the same father. We found out during a visit. My aunt came to visit me and his mom came to visit him. His mom recognized my aunt. She asked me what my aunt’s name was and found that our last names matched.   When she told us, we were like, “That’s not true, that’s not true,” and we laughed. But then she told us she wasn’t joking, that it was true.

It was like something incredible and magnificent because I have one more brother.  It’s rare for things like that to happen; that we found each other like that in the same  place.  

I felt grateful to God. I felt like God was more present, closer to me. My brother and I share the same blood, and we have maintained a very good relationship since that day and in other times we have spent together.