Born under a rose... My mother dissapeared. They are not speaking about her, is like she never existed. But sometimes, in my dreams, I see her in a dark place, hoping she was not forgotten. She was not. I am the living proof.My father probably doesn't even know about my existence. I heard once my sisters whispering that he lives in a world of shadows... He lived. He was a good man, and my mother loved the part he was. I also know his name... How? I just know it. That is my life's mistery.