How much harm can the people who are supposed to protect you do to you? Those for whom you stepped on this world without even asking for it, but you have to thank them for having made the "sacrifice" of simply putting you here and even also for giving you education, roof, health, among other things.

Do parents suck? Yes, maybe, but most of the kids who say that only know how to argue the fact that mom or dad forbids them to drive if they drink, and if they drink, to get good grades, not to do drugs, to keep their room tidy, and those things that are normal. Do you want to see what a shitty parent is? Come and meet mine. 

Hi, I'm Lucia. I'm Lina's youngest daughter, a woman who is neither good as a mother nor as a daughter. My father? He simply disappeared one day like the mist disappears before the first rays of the sun, but from what I understood, he was an irresponsible man who only lived lying on the couch, waiting for the money to fall from the sky. Despite this, my dear mommy of the soul wanted to have him by her side, but the moment she saw herself without her male, she decided to take care of us like a fighter.

Anyone would say that she is a very admirable woman but the truth is that she became a bitter of life that screwed up my brother's and my life completely. We lived in my grandmother's house where she and my aunt were.

For many people, things were going well, but it was the opposite. She started to be a very bitter person; she blamed many people for the failure of their relationship, and she repeatedly argued and threatened to leave the house. My nani, as she used to call my grandmother, always prevented this. She took the keys to leave her locked up and prevent her from taking my older brother and me between her legs.

I was not the example to follow. I was a bad with my studies; what I could not say about my older brother, who was quite good at mathematics, despite many setbacks and two failed years, I was able to get out of high school.

Carlos, my older brother, ended up failing in his first career. He had Lina's support at all times; she even said that she expected that from me, something that, to be honest, did not take me by surprise, and that was always the case.

My case on the contrary was the opposite, I decided to study nursing. I graduated although it was not with honors. I remember that Lina did not want to accompany me to my graduation because she was working that day and did not want to pay someone to cover for her since she was not given permission. However, Carlos was able to change her mind. My discipline was completely opposite to Carlos, I usually received tremendous beatings from Lina, in which many times my aunt had to get involved because she went too far on some occasions. I was not a white dove, for that reason, I will never reproach her, besides, thanks to that I am who I am today.

I thought that maybe things were going to change. Even though Lina was always very hard on me, I loved her too much, she had her mistakes like any other parent. I understood, after all, none of them come with a manual on how to raise children. Love had me blind.

I had to mature but it was not like anyone else my age. Lina started a stage that she believed she had the right to rebuild her life with a man. Although at the beginning it was hard for me to accept it, the truth was that I could do it. I was raised in a way that my beliefs went against such a thing. What was the problem of all this? She always put her males in first place and her children in second place, she was also one of those who had illusions with guys who shouted danger everywhere.

From that moment on, my hell started. She acted inappropriately. She behaved worse than a teenager. Things really got complicated and many nights I cried myself to sleep. Maybe the problem was that I idealized her too much, however, at that moment, I couldn't see it.

I grew up to be an insecure woman. I felt awful just because I was plus size. Due to the lack of orientation because my feminine side did not exist as it should be, I always dressed in a simple way. The word makeup was just that, a word. Heels? No, definitely not, not when I was 5'7", and Lina often told me that if I wore even a platform I would end up looking like a giraffe.

Adriel Lund had come into my life after many tragic events. Moments so difficult that just remembering them made me feel as if I was short of breath. A time full of pain, and suffering for the departure of someone too dear to me.

This unexpected goodbye was the beginning of everything. That was when I felt more vividly the despair. Where the only roof that sheltered me was in danger of leaving forever, but what worried me was not to stay in the street, but that the precious memories I had made in this property could simply vanish like soap bubbles.

Things in the country where I lived were not easy. The moment that document arrived that threatened the stability I had at that point was what forced me to look for a quick exit. I could not allow my home since I was born to remain in the hands of others, and although I lived too much bitterness in this place, the truth is that I wanted to keep the good times.

I needed a large amount of money, legally, and in a short period of time. What for? To safeguard my home, that place that although it was not the most elegant or the best arranged house, it was still the place where I learned to walk, to crawl, to talk and many other things that were too precious to me. 

This is my story, this is what happened so that I decided to auction the only valuable thing I had. What made me know thousands of wonders that I never thought I could know. What took me out of the limitations I had due to the family I had been sent to, but that in spite of everything I was not ashamed of.

This is the story where I met the man who revolutionized my whole world to a point that gave me the greatest joys and the greatest sorrows, my Adriel, the person who despite many difficulties would be there for me. The one who would show me that it is possible to trust the male gender, and who protected me from everything that could hurt me, whatever it was.

Here I show you how I rescued my home and was sold to the highest bidder.