He kicked out his pregnant wife for expecting a girl… but what happened on the day of the birth?

Dawn slowly rose over, bathing the streets of Coyoacán in a golden light that seemed to promise a new beginning for those who still believed in miracles.

Lucía moved slowly through the small apartment that had once been her home. Her large, heavy belly marked each step with difficulty, but also with a quiet tenderness.

Stroking her belly, he murmured softly, almost as if he were talking to the morning breeze that slipped through the open living room window.

—Hang on a little longer, my love… we’ll be together soon.

Hope was all he had left.

Javier, her husband, was sitting at the table checking messages on his mobile phone, as if Lucia’s presence did not exist in the room.

He didn’t even look up.

The man who had once promised her eternal love now seemed irritated by everything she did. Her pregnancy, which should have been a cause for joy, had become a burden.

Every gesture Lucia made seemed to annoy him.

If she cooked, she’d say the smell was unbearable.
If she went to bed early, she’d say she snored too much.
If she had trouble breathing, she’d frown as if it were a personal insult.

Lucia’s patience was slowly wearing thin, but her heart continued to search for some sign of the man she had loved.

One night, while she was carefully folding some tiny pink socks she had excitedly bought, Javier spoke without even looking at her.

—Next month you’ll go to Puebla, to your parents’ house, to have the baby.

The words fell like stones in the silence of the apartment.

Lucia looked up, confused.

—Leave… now?

Javier leaned back in the chair with a cold expression.

“Everything costs too much here. Hospitals, doctors, tests… it’s an absurd expense. In Puebla, a midwife can attend to you almost for free.”

Lucia felt a lump in her throat.

—But I’m in my ninth month, Javier… the journey is long… I could give birth on the way.

He simply shrugged.

—That’s not my problem.

The words were more painful than any blow.

Lucia looked down at the pink socks in her hands. At that moment, she understood something terrible.

The man she loved was no longer alive.

That same night she cried silently until she fell asleep, hugging her belly as if she wanted to protect her daughter from the whole world.

Two days later he boarded a bus to Puebla.