Lia was pleased to see them with those faces as if they had drained her blood, the first one to get up was don Tulio, Marcos' great grandfather, none of them could stand to see the woman and a girl exactly like little Lia who was still sitting at the table with a smile, enjoying the show.

″This can't be! Who are you? You can't be her, because Lia has been dead for more than four years,″ said the man, trying to get up from his seat, but he was so shocked that he fell back into his seat, while he put his hand to his chest, as if he was about to have a heart attack.

″She must be an impostor! ″exclaimed Oswaldo.

″This must be a dream,″ said Doña Emilia.

Everyone was dismayed, they saw her as if she were a ghost, some closed their eyes and squeezed them as if they could make her disappear and when they opened them again she was still there.

″I am not an impostor, neither am I a dream, nor a hallucination, nor a hologram, I am not a product of your conscience, I am flesh and blood, although