Marcos sighed and then squeezed the bridge of his nose in frustration, while internally asking for Job's patience, because that was the only way he could put up with Eugenia Lucrecia Zuloaga de Estebans Veliz, his mother.

“Mom, don't demonize the process, it is simply a scientific process through which mature eggs extracted from the ovaries are joined in a laboratory and fertilized with sperm in a laboratory, then that embryo or embryos... “before she could continue speaking, her mother raised her hand in a gesture of impatience.

“Stop explaining the process to me! I know it perfectly well and I told you, the explanation is simple, you will make my grandson in a test tube, now my question is why, doesn't that work very well for you over there? “said his mother, raising her eyebrows with an expression of disbelief, pointing to his member, making Marcos embarrassed.

“For God's sake, Mom, aren't you ashamed to say such things to me? Those don't seem to me to be topics to talk about with