“My mother told me that she was adopted on the day of my First Communion,” says Rocío Villar, a Viguesa born in 1973 who has set herself a goal, finding her biological progenitor and clarifying what happened to her as a baby. She makes this confession and her eyes pause for a few seconds. In them, you read what is silent, the footprint of a failed emotional connection, the incomprehension due to lack of empathy and a pain packaged for decades. U…
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“My mother told me that she was adopted on the day of my First Communion,” says Rocío Villar, a Viguesa born in 1973 who has set herself a goal, finding her biological progenitor and clarifying what happened to her as a baby. She makes this confession and her eyes pause for a few seconds. In them, you read what is silent, the footprint of a failed emotional connection, the incomprehension due to lack of empathy and a pain packaged for decades. U…