My dad answered:
“Are you going to abandon us by a hair?”
There I understood that they were never going to truly apologize. Because for them it was still “a hair”. For Sofía it had been her dignity. Your safety. Your trust.
I blocked everyone.
The investigation continued. No one went to jail, and I knew it probably wouldn’t happen. But there were consequences. My mother, my father and Marisol were left with a history of minor assault. They had to pay a fine. Marisol was ordered to take a parenting course and the DIF kept track of her at home for a year.
When Sofia gave her final statement, I was sitting next to her. Ms. Álvarez asked him why he wanted to continue.
Sofia took a deep breath.
“Because they made me feel like I didn’t matter. And yes I matter.”
I didn’t cry there because she needed to see me firm, but inside I collapsed with pride.
