I’ve been contacted by people claiming to be you. I have no way of knowing if they were you or not, since they all refused to verify who they were, using even the most basic methods. I have gotten some potential information from various sources about you and your mother. I have no idea if any of what I’ve heard is true, but I’d love to know what is true and what isn’t. I’m responding to what your mother has told other people, so if any of my info is wrong, it’s either your mother who is lying, the other people that relayed the info to me, or me misinterpreting the info I got.
Anyway, I’ll tell you what I heard and some of my takes on what I heard.
You might be alive, so that’s good that your mother hasn’t killed you or neglected you to death. I have no current pictures or videos of you, so I have no way of really knowing. I was a bit worried when you were a baby, but if a mother wants to murder their child, the laws support it nowadays and a father that interferes can go to jail. Sad, but true. Your mother failed in her primary responsibilities, like birthing you through her birth canal, breastfeeding you, and making sure to keep your father close. A mother that fails these basic requirements, doesn’t deserve a child, but exceptions happen, and I was that exception for your mother, so I hope you are alive and that what I’ve heard isn’t just the usual lies from your mother. I hope that some of the things I’ve heard are true.
I’ve heard that you might be interested in horse riding. That’s cool. Lucia and I rode horses in Arequipa when I was there a long time ago, and I’ve ridden in the Rocky Mountains and on beaches and such. It’s a nice way to get around. I never got to know a specific horse well enough to feel like it did exactly what I told it to do. They were all just trail horses. If you are into riding, I hope you’ve gotten to know a good horse, well, which is the key to a good rider. I still prefer a good supermoto, though, in most situations. With electric technology nowadays, you can get the silence from a motorcycle that in the past you could only get from a horse. Motorcycles are cheaper too and easier to take care of.
I heard my adulteress wife, Lucia, your mother, was having sex with another guy and got pregnant with your half sister, around when you were about 5 years old. I don’t approve of the adultery and infidelity, obviously, but Lucia definitely desired more kids by any means necessary, so it’s not unexpected. Lucia loves a lot of sex, which is another reason I married her. She and I shared this desire while we were together. I don’t blame the father of your half sister, for anything. He was probably lied to, and just wanted to fuck Lucia. She was a hot woman, so I have no issue with him. He probably didn’t know she was married. I hope that your half sister is awesome and that you two are close. Some of the emails I got sounded like a girl under age 10, so I thought they might be either from Lucia, your half sister, one of Lucia’s child patients from her work, or maybe someone else that you know.
I heard in 2025, that there is some guy that Lucia is with now, that she wants to marry, so Lucia asked me for a divorce. I said yes I’ll divorce her, but she needs to pay the divorce fees, which are a few thousand dollars in the US. She refused. I don’t know if the guy she is having sex with and wants to marry now, is your half sister’s father, but knowing Lucia, I doubt it. You tell me. I guess her desire to marry her current guy isn’t even worth a few thousands dollars, so it must just be for the sex, I guess. Even I, would still pay for sex with my wife, but I guess this guy is too cheap. I paid a lot more for my marriage to Lucia than a few thousand bucks, but it was worth it. Lucia has time to have a couple more kids from me, I think. The big question, is whether she is going to nurse them or not? 🤔. Did she nurse your sister?
I heard that the guy your mom was with when she got pregnant with your sister, sort of “raised” you. That’s also no problem with me. I was actually “raised” in a similar way, under totalitarian control of my mother who had relationships with other men, but kept a steady guy as her main man, also. I also called him dad, so don’t worry about that stuff. Just remember that the past isn’t your fault, but that the future will become more and more your responsibility.
I heard some absurd notion that your mother was worried about me taking you away from her, so that’s why she has isolated you so much. She actually created this particular lie from before she was pregnant with you. She came up with this under her first pregnancy, that she miscarried. You weren’t the first victim of this lie.
I heard you were interested in being a chef, and maybe traveling for it. I don’t know what your skills are, but your grandmother and your great grandmother made some great food. The lentils were my favorite. Best lentils I ever had, even to this day. I never even liked lentils until I had your grandmothers’ lentils. Even your mom made some good teriyaki chicken, even when it was her first try. Just make sure you know how to make Peruvian ceviche, and I will love you forever. If you really want to be a chef, either stay in Peru or go to France. If you just need to get away and don’t want to go as far as France, you could do Argentina. I’m a bit of a foodie, so I’d love to critique the food that you make.
That’s all I’ve heard, so far. I look forward to hearing from you and finding out if anything I’ve heard is true or not.
I wrote and rewrote my original letter to you (now “Classic”), many times, over more than a decade. If you haven’t read it, start there, because it’s just the tip of the iceberg. You should first know at least a minuscule part of your past if you want to attempt to understand your future.
Since you are an adult now, even though you still have a lot to learn, and unlearn, I can write to you as an adult.
I’m no longer concerned about what Lucia Paola Corrales Ortega will do to hurt you, based on what I say (but she will still try), so I can share more information than I could before. Intentionally raising a child without their father for Lucia’s insane, selfish reasons, is a level of malice and neglect that is hard to beat. The damage she did, has been done. However, you are the one that has power over her, finally, and you need to learn that as soon as possible, if you haven’t already.
I‘m very sad that you haven’t contacted me, yet. I know all the possible reasons, which is why it’s so heartbreaking. I understand that you feel bound by your mother’s restrictions and conditioning against me. That’s expected. I had hoped that by the time you were 10 years old, I would have heard from you, but I guess your mom planned this destruction for us, long before I figured out what she was doing, even though I knew it was a possibility. I honestly didn’t think your mother would be as bad as she became, but I hope you’ve taught her a lot and that she was capable of learning as least the very basics of being a good mother, which was not the case when you were born. I’ve worried for you, your whole life. My only consolation is that it’s still possible that you are a good and smart person, and not totally destroyed and deranged by your mother. If you are smart and haven’t been completely destroyed by her, please contact me. It’s not difficult anymore, even if Lucia has made it difficult for you, for your whole life.
I remember when I saw you last; she had no regard for you as a baby. When she thought you were sick and I was in Arequipa, she and your grandmother took you to a doctor without even calling me and telling me. The doctor had no care for you, and stretched you out on a wooden board. He hurt your legs and arms while you were crying, to measure your length. The doctor treated you like an animal and your mother and grandmother said nothing. Then the doctor prescribed medication while you were only two weeks old. It was sick and horrific. I yelled a lot at Lucia about this. I was furious, especially because you weren’t sick. Your mother had postpartum health anxiety by proxy, but even your grandmother was a terrible grandmother in this instance and may have promoted the visit to the doctor. The first thing a mother should do if they think their child is sick is talk about it with the father and more importantly, her husband, and make decisions together. It’s dark stuff. It still upsets me to this day. I expect the doctors not to care, but I don’t know how a mother and a grandmother can treat a newborn baby in such an uncaring way. I hope me scolding Lucia for this made a positive difference, but I worry that you were probably neglected or negligently harmed for many years of your life, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. It was horrific for me, but I hope you will one day tell me that it wasn’t as bad for you as I imagine it was.
One thing that seems to be true, is that you’ve been forcibly kept off social media, entirely. I think that will benefit you greatly in life. Your mother and I agree on this, even if our reasons for agreeing on this are totally different. She kept you off social media, to keep total control of you and to hurt us both. That is a bad reason, but it’s her reason. My reason and the benefit, is that you’ve had a chance to interact with people in real life, more than most at your age, and not get sucked into the derangements that have been going on in social media for your whole life. People like your mom can get sucked into listening to “doctors” and then mutilating their own kids into deranged trannies or drugging them up into having permanent brain damage. It’s pretty horrific. At one time, I never would have thought your mother could get sucked into something like that, but she always did have a thing for doctors. If a doctor told her that taking cyanide would be good for her, she would do it. She would always take any drug a doctor told her to take. I hope she didn’t pass that idiocy on to you and force you to take drugs whenever you got sick. I expect that she did, but a father can hope.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised at Lucia’s love for medical malpractice, because the first time she got pregnant, she miscarried after 6 weeks after returning back to Peru. It wouldn’t surprise me if she or Eliana forced a miscarriage. Lucia and I were very upset about it. I was upset, because Lucia’s behavior for going back to Peru was strange and suspicious, and we both knew she was pregnant that first time. Lucia claimed that she needed the support of her family in Peru, and it’s true that she would get more support in Arequipa from her extended family than she would get from being home alone while I’m working during the day. First pregnancy miscarriages often happen naturally, but with Lucia’s behavior with you, I wonder what really happened. Before your mother and I got married, I insisted that I ask your grandfather Efrain, your mother’s father, for a blessing. He was an aloof, but charismatic, sleaze-ball, as your mother and grandmother always had said, so that was a surprise. Eliana never blessed Lucia’s and my marriage, and Lucia returned to Peru after getting pregnant, both times, so I will never know for sure what really happened. Looking back on it all, it’s clear that Lucia had a plan, and she was consistent with it. It was not the plan that she and I had agreed to. Her plan was clearly to get pregnant and then go back to Peru. I just hadn’t met a woman like that before, so I didn’t know, and it still shocks me today. She wanted pregnancies, and she wanted them with me, but she didn’t want them in the US. She wanted them in Peru. I trusted your mother and I loved her, which is why I married her, but she lied to me so many times. I initially thought the first lies were just mistakes or maybe a language barrier, and there may have been some of that, but there was clearly more to her goals and desires that she wasn’t telling me.
Some other things that you should know. “Care” as your mother likes to call “money”, has never been an issue for you. Your mother knows this, but she fights hard to pretend that her choice to leave me and isolate you was not her doing. It’s absurd. She wants you to think that I never provided money or “care” for you, which is utterly false. It’s a pretty evil thing for a mother to lie about and engrain in a child, but I have no doubt that she has successfully lied to you about this, for many years. I expected that, but all the while she was lying to you, she wouldn’t let me spend any time with you. She was still trying to extort me for money, and she always prevented and abhorred, actual care for you. She prevented you from having the best care that a child deserves, which includes having your mother and father raise you in a committed relationship. Your mother has chosen an evil path for herself; she didn’t have to. You have not yet chosen a path; you have just been forced down one. Do not believe your mother’s lies about me not caring or not being willing to pay for your upbringing or whatever other nonsense she has come up with over all these years. I’m sure that she has layers upon layers of lies at this point, in this regard. Her lies are core to the relationship she has with you, and core to the relationship she has manipulated between you and me, so the truth is probably not something she will ever be willing to concede, even in old age. I’ve seen this before, with my own mother.
My role at this point, is to make sure you are ready for adult life. I hope you had a good-enough life and want to be and do better. Come spend time with me and the rest of your family. Your cousins will likely be around, but your Grandmother, Grandfather, won’t be around if you wait too long. Your aunt would like to meet you, too. I travel a lot, but it’s never been an issue for you to come visit me wherever I am, except for you mother preventing you, mentally. She has always been your only obstacle for us spending time together.
I always wanted to raise you. I always wanted Lucia to be a good wife, a good person, and a good mother. I always wanted to have a normal family with the three of us, more siblings for you, and our extended families. The hurt from your mother is still present for me, sometimes, but I hope you can put your hurt that you mother fabricated, away for a bit, and deal with it once we are in contact again. Your mother hurt me, yes. She lied to me, many times, yes. I forgive her for that, but I’m not sure I can forgive her for what she did to you and our family. No one should have to go through their whole life without their father. You’ve been forced to do that, so far, only because your mother desired that, and that is a horrible reason. You never deserved that, and now, at your age, you finally have the ability to change it. Change it. Make up for your mother’s mistakes. Don’t perpetuate them.
As always, I can’t wait to hear from you, to see you, to know you, and to help however I can.
Algunas personas me han contactado haciéndose pasar por mi hija. La mayoría son personas que la conocen. Todos los que me han contactado se han negado a verificar su identidad con la información que proporcionaron, a pesar de afirmar ser mi hija.
Hasta donde sé, mi hija aún no se ha comunicado conmigo.
Cualquier persona en Arequipa, conozca o no a mi hija, puede enviarme un video de ella. Puede permanecer en el anonimato, pero deberá proporcionar una identificación a Western Union para que yo pueda enviarle y recibir el pago. Estoy abierta a otros métodos de pago digitales, incluyendo criptomonedas, si es necesario.
A la primera persona que me envíe un video de mi hija en alta definición (4K) y de 30 segundos o más, le pagaré S/300 PEN. En este primer caso, pueden ser varios videos de solo unos segundos que sumen 30 segundos, pero ella debe aparecer en los videos durante 30 segundos. Si la cámara se desvía, no se contabiliza para el total de 30 segundos.
Además, pagaré 30 PEN o 10 USD por cada video de 30 segundos de mi hija, grabado durante el último año, haciendo cualquier cosa, hasta un total de 375 PEN por persona. Tes (Luciana) debe ser reconocible en todo el video y debe haber una hora entre cada video (es decir, no se puede dividir un solo video en fragmentos de 30 segundos). Si tiene clips de más de 30 segundos, determinaré el pago caso por caso, según el material grabado.
Contácteme a través de este sitio web. Una vez que estemos en contacto, puede enviarme videos cortos por varios medios o puedo enviarle un enlace para subir videos más largos. Una vez que tenga el/los vídeo(s), iniciaré el pago a través de Western Union u otro servicio acordado.
👆The above is a Spanish translation of the English, below👇
I’ve had some people contact me, pretending to be my daughter. The biggest culprits would be people that know her. Everyone that has contacted me has refused to verify that they are my daughter, with the information they provided, even though they claimed that they were my daughter.
My daughter has still not yet contacted me, yet, as far as I’m aware.
Anyone in Arequipa, whether you know my daughter or not, can be paid to send me a video of her. You can remain as anonymous as you want, but you’ll need to provide an ID to Western Union, for me to send payment to, and to pick up your payment. I’m open to a few alternative digital payments methods, including crypto, if necessary.
The first person to send me a video of my daughter that is clear, 4K, quality, 30 seconds or longer, I will pay s/300 PEN. In this first instance, it can be several videos of only a few seconds that total 30 seconds, but she must be in the videos for 30 seconds. If the camera turns away, then it does not count towards the total 30 seconds.
Additionally, I will pay s/30 PEN or $10 USD for each 30 second video of my daughter, taken in the last year, doing anything, up to a total of s/375 PEN, per person. Tes (Luciana) needs to be recognizable throughout the video and there needs to be 1 hour between each video (ie, you cannot chop a single video in to 30 second chunks). If you have clips longer than 30 seconds, then I will make a determination of what I will pay, on a case by case basis, based on the footage.
Contact me through this website. Once we are in contact, you can send me short videos via various methods or I can send you a link to upload larger ones. Once I have the video(s), I will initiate the payment via WU, or another negotiated service.
Tesala, you made it this far, I hope. The helpless baby that I knew, is no more, I hope.
Now that you are a woman, you have great responsibility and power. I hope you decide to do what is right and good, for the rest of your life. If you decide to save, destroy, or create lives at this juncture in your life, you have my blessing.
Learning is important, but learning the right things is paramount. The right things to learn are rarely the things that make life easy. I hope your life wasn’t too easy.
I hope that you have an athletic man in mind. Someone you can grow with and learn from. Vet him. Test him before you marry him, and test him a lot, but not with malice. Once you marry, there is no more testing. If you don’t have a man, yet, that’s ok. You have some time to find one that is good enough for you. Make sure that you learn English, too, and learn it extremely well.
That’s the little advice I can give you, for now.
I mourn for the little girl that wasn’t allowed to know her Father, but that little girl no longer exists. I look forward to meeting the woman that is my Daughter.
(Original English. Spanish Translation is at the bottom)
Hey Tes. This post and this website is for you, Luciana Tesala Stone Corrales, so you can know a minuscule amount about our family story, from your earliest days of life, and so you can have an easy way to contact me. I posted a unique picture of Lucia Paola Corrales Ortega, your mother on our wedding day, so that you know it’s really me writing this.
(I’ve translated portions of this to Spanish, which is at the bottom of the page, in case your mother did the additional disservice to you of not allowing you to learn english. However, I won’t always update everything that I write in the English section to Spanish, immediately. If you don’t speak English, you can always use Google Translate or ask me to send you a translation. The English version is the current version.)
The first I heard about you was when your mother told me over the phone, “I don’t love you anymore, I want a divorce, and I’m pregnant.” I had no warning, and this occurred 3 months after your mother went back to visit her side of the family in Peru. I wish so much that I was in your life, and we all could be together as a family, but sadly, your mother never wanted that.
I don’t know if it was things that your mother said, to turn her side of the family against me, or if it was her side of the family that turned your mother against me, but either way, the results were awful for all of us. My guess is that it’s a little bit of both, but mostly the latter. Over the phone, towards me, Lucia quickly became a permanent, shallow, selfish, vindictive, and angry person. I was not able to convince her to follow our original plan of spending time in the US to save money, and then buy a house and live in Peru. She seemed totally brainwashed, randomly, in just a few days, after she had been in Peru again for 3 months, so I flew down to Peru to be there for your birth and to see what was going on.
I was so happy that your mother was pregnant again, but more importantly, that you were born. Your mother survived the unnecessary c-section that she chose, but I was disappointed and sad that your mother had not taken any of my advice, in regards to your care. I was shocked and horrified at how poorly your mother and her side of the family treated me for the weeks that I was there. I was continually horrified and shocked at how your mother and her side of the family treated you. It’s super-sad, and horrible that no one on your mother’s side of the family was able to give basic, intelligent, maternal advice to your mother, that she followed.
Lucia made it clear that she had no intention of sharing parenting responsibilities with me, her husband and your father; she simply wanted money from me and nothing else. It was a baffling, and very traumatic experience for me, and although you can’t remember it, I know it was an unnecessarily difficult time for you, which your mother reinforced, for years . I pray that Lucia has learned to treat you better than she treated you and me when we were last together.
I left Peru with hope that Lucia would come to her senses, even though she kept little contact with me. I would call the house frequently to see how you were doing and see what your mother was doing to bring our family back together. On the rare occasion that I could get a hold of your mother, she only insulted me and talked about how much money she wanted. Every conversation was only about money for your mom, and every conversation for me, was about how we could all be a family again, together. Lucia seemed to think that incessantly insulting me over the phone would get me to give her money, so most of our “conversations” were just your mother throwing insults. You can imagine how conversations go, between two people with totally different priorities; with no compromise on Lucia’s side, no progress could be made.
Your mother made it clear with her actions that she had no respect for my rights as your father, and with her words, she lied and pretended that I could see you, as long as I paid her money and did what she wanted. She also, constantly said we would never be a family, again, and again. That was all morally wrong and unacceptable to me. Your mother has lots of excuses for her bad behavior and lies, but none of them are valid; I’ve heard them all, and I’m sure Lucia has forced you to memorize every one she created. When one fabricated excuse didn’t make sense, she made up another one, and I’m sure that continues to this day. However, I assumed that at some point your mother would still come to her senses and be willing to reconcile whatever she was so angry about. I waited years for her to come around, and to see you again, but that didn’t happen. She just stayed the same or got worse, and never recovered. I will forever miss the Lucia that I married.
A father that cared so much about his daughter and wife, was clearly not what your mother and her household in Peru wanted, or expected, because after a couple years, they started hanging up on me as soon as they knew it was me calling. A few years after that, your mother severed contact with me, completely, along with nearly her entire side of the family. After waiting years and realizing how bad of a person Lucia had become, I still had few options to help you. Because you were born in Peru, the lawyers in Peru and the US, said there really wasn’t anything I could do, as long as Lucia held you hostage. Due to unfair laws in Peru, and your mother’s aggressive behavior, I was not able to overcome your mother’s intentional and ongoing sabotage of our family. I did not see any value in winning a years-long legal case against your mother, if the results would still be that Lucia Paola Corrales Ortega didn’t want to be a family, which she profusely stated as often as she desired. Even a winning a court case would mean that your mother would still behave in the same manner. I could fly down to see you, and Lucia would just take you somewhere else and not be home, until I had to fly back to the US. It’s a well known scam that so many bad mothers do, good fathers face, and that Lucia used against me when we last saw each other. The police can do nothing and the courts rule unfairly in the mother’s case, almost always.
Even while your mother worked hard to undermine our family, I did everything in my power to be a part of your life in a way that was only a net benefit to you. Every benefit that your mother requested, I agreed to, including things as simple as paying for your private schooling or taking you on a trip to Disney World. Lucia refused, after I explained that the school would be paid directly. She also bailed on Disney World when I said I would reimburse her once you arrived in the US on a tourist visa. She only wanted money for herself, not for you, and she made that very clear.
I have no doubt that you have been indoctrinated into thinking you shouldn’t contact your father. After all, your mother, Lucia Paola Corrales Ortega is a child psychologist which is terrifying, in general, and very difficult to escape from, even if you haven’t figured that out yet. You do have a couple good people on your mom’s side of the family, and I hope they have influenced you enough that you can think for yourself, even if just a little bit.
Your mother has been present and has kept you alive. She fed you and housed you, but this is not the value of having a good mother, because all normal people are willing to provide those things for children; even bad people do that. “Being there” or “raising” a child has its privileges and benefits for your mother, but it’s not enough for my daughter to be just provided food and shelter. I hope that your mother has done more for you, but she intentionally deprived you of your father. My daughter deserves both of her parents to teach her to be the best person that she can be, and however much good your mother has done, if any, she is incapable of being your father.
Just know that the bad things that your mom did and is still doing, are not your fault. Even though you likely feel that it’s your choice whether to contact me or not, realize that it’s your mother who has forced silence and separation upon us for all these years. You have been conditioned and trained by your mother, and others, but not by me. I hope you can be stronger than you should have to be. You are half me, which means that every moment is the time to shine. You are an adult, so contact me as soon as possible. The rest of your life depends on it.
None of us live forever. I want you to discover which stories are true and which aren’t, because the fabric of our lives are woven not just by reality and the threads that we are given, but by the threads we choose, and by what we think of the final results. It’s ok to love your mother. I know she loves you in her own way, but it’s not ok to not know your father, especially if it’s because your mother told you that you shouldn’t, or because you think you don’t want to.
As my daughter, you can contact me anytime you want, for any reason. My Spanish isn’t as good as yours and your English isn’t as good as mine, but translation tools are easily available nowadays, so don’t worry about the language barrier. Ai is a thing, now, so don’t be disappointed or upset with my strict vetting process. I know that you will not be as well versed in technology, so understand the verification processes when you do contact me. Please note that I promised your mom, after what she did and continues to do to you, that she would not receive another centimo from me, and I have no reason to break that promise, ever. Your Mother still owes me money that she promised to pay.
When you do decide to contact me, be very careful and plan it well, because your mother will do everything she can to sabotage our relationship and family, as she has always done. Again, when you contact me, plan well, no matter how old you are when you do decide to try. I can help once we are in communication, and once I can verify that I’m communicating with you.
I never abandoned you or your mother. I never hurt you or your mother, and you will never be forgotten. You have a father, and I am here for you as long as I can be, and as I have always been.
I look forward to hearing from you soon, seeing you again, catching up on all the time we missed together, and helping you discover paths for achieving your dreams that you may have not yet considered, and/or be unaware of.
You can message me on here or find me elsewhere online, easily.
Your Father, -Erik Stone
(Special Spanish Translation)
Hola Tes. Esta página y el post es pa’ vos, Luciana Tesala Stone Corrales, pa’ que sepas un cachito de cómo empezó todo, de tus primeros días, y pa’ que me escribas si querés. Colgué una foto única de tu vieja, Lucia Paola Corrales Ortega, el día de nuestra boda, pa’ que sepas que soy yo.
(Traduje algo al castellano, está abajo, por si Luciana te cagó no aprendiendo inglés. No siempre lo actualizo al toque. Si no entendés inglés, Google Translate o decime y te lo paso. El inglés manda.)
La primera vez que oí de vos fue cuando tu vieja me dijo por teléfono: «Ya no te quiero, divorcio y estoy en cinta». Sin aviso. Pasó tres meses después que se mandó pa’ Perú.
Quería estar en tu vida, que fuéramos familia, pero Luciana nunca quiso.
Ni idea si habló mierda de mí con los suyos o si la llenaron de odio contra mí –pero seguro un cachito de todo, más lo último–. Al teléfono se volvió seca, egoísta, mala y llena de rencor. No convencí a Luciana de seguir el plan: plata en gringolandia, casa acá y vida juntos. De repente, después de tres meses allá, parecía poseída. Bajé pa’ tu nacimiento y ver qué carajo pasaba.
Estaba feliz de que nacieras, más que nada. Luciana la sacó barata con la cesárea innecesaria, pero me cayó mal que no me haya hecho caso con cómo cuidarte. Y el trato que me dieron ella y su gente… cachina nivel dios. Y lo peor: cómo te trataban a vos.
Un asco que nadie de su lado le haya dado dos consejos de madre medio decente.
Me dejó clarito: no quiere compartir crianza con el marido, con el padre –solo quiere guita–. Un trauma total. Vos no recordás, pero sé que la cagaron. Dios quiera que ahora te trate mejor que cuando estábamos juntos.
Me fui con esperanza, aunque casi no contestaba. Llamaba seguido: ¿cómo está la nena? ¿Cuándo volvés? ¿Vamos a ser familia otra vez? Si agarraba, solo puteaba y pedía plata.
Para ella, todo era billete. Para mí, unión. Insultos a full –pensaba que así me sacaba la plata–. Conversar con alguien que no cede, no avanza.
Con actos me mostró que no le importaba mi derecho de padre. Con palabras mentía: «Vení si pagás». Y repetía: «jamás familia». Todo una porquería. Tiene excusas de sobra, todas inventadas –te las sé de memoria, seguro te las hizo tragar–.
Cada vez que una no cuadraba, salía otra. Sigue igual.
Pensé que algún día aflojaría. Le esperé años y vi en qué se convirtió. Se pudrió más. Voy a extrañar para siempre a la Lucia que casé.
Un tipo que quería a hija y mujer no les servía –así que tras unos años, me colgaban nomás.
Después, corte total. Ni familia ni nada.
Vi quién era Luciana en serio, pero igual sin salida: naciste acá, abogados gringos y peruanos dijeron «no podés hacer nada si ella no suelta». Leyes injustas, ella brava –me jodió todo–. No valía pelear años si igual no quería ser familia. Ganar juicio y que siga huyendo con vos cuando baje? Estafa vieja. Policía ni bola.
Igual, mientras boicoteaba, yo hacía lo que podía pa’ que te sirva. Todo lo que pidió: colegio, Disney –rechazado. Quería guita pura, no pa’ vos.
Seguro te metieron en la cabeza que no debés hablarme. Es psicóloga infantil, qué ironía. Terror. Pero hay buena gente por allá –ojalá te haya dejado pensar sola, aunque sea un poquito.
Sí, te crió. Te dio de comer, techo –pero cualquier ser humano hace eso. Criar va más allá. Merecés a los dos. Ella no puede ser yo.
Las cagadas de ella no son tuyas. Ella nos separó, no vos. Te entrenaron contra mí. Sé fuerte. Sos mitad mía –siempre es hora de lucirte.
Escribime ya. Sos grande.
Te queda poco pa’ ver a tu abuela por primera vez, al abuelo otra, y a mí. Primos también. Nadie es eterno.
Quiero que chequees qué es real. Las vidas se arman con lo que elegís creer.
Queré a tu vieja –ella te quiere a su modo–, pero no está bien que no me conozcas por ella.
Mandame mensaje cuando sea. Mi castellano no es tuyo, tu inglés no es mío –pero hay traductores. Relajá.
La IA existe, no te enojes con que te pida verificar. No sabés tanto de eso, perdoname el filtro. Ya hablamos de reojo. Ah –y tu vieja no ve ni un sol del mío. Me debe.
Cuando lo hagas, pensalo bien. Luciana va a joder todo, como siempre. Evitá quien te haya hecho daño. Si te maltrataron, perdón.
Planealo. Ayudo cuando entres en línea.
No te dejé. Te llevo acá. Te quiero siempre.
Espero tu voz, verte, recuperar tiempo, abrirte caminos que no ves.
