I am told that when the holy old man received a letter from my relatives, said: “Hearts of stone! God forgive you! Does this child brought home? Well mine is. ” Then he called me and taking my head between her hands, she said softly, “Doll: Now I am your father, I am your father. ‘” Dad called him since then and since then he calls me “doll”. Sometimes I say “Lilly” as my parents told me.

Jada had completed the bouquet, a bouquet of violets, and I approached him I aspire to the sweet smell of flowers.

– Lilly? ¿Lilly you say? Well I call Lilly me! Follow the story ….

– Do I? History of pain!

-Continues.

-So, in that way, I went to the house of the father has been my father, and very tender and loving. The rest you know, what you have told your aunts ….

– And that is the sad story of your life? What say, Lilly mine, ‘I said all this grieves and afflicts me? Why question my love, that you have put in doubt when I tore my heart, saying you were not worthy of me? ¿Unworthy of my love, Lilly mine? Why? Why have you been unhappy, because you are an orphan? On the contrary, my dear, what more reason to be loved?