The same people who had called me exaggerated began to delete comments. Then came the apologies.
“Sorry, I didn’t know it was like that.”
“This is aggression.”
“That girl was crying.”
“I would have reported too.”
Marisol deleted her post. My mother sent me audios crying, but I didn’t cry for Sofía. She was crying because the neighbors were pointing at her, because at church they asked her what had happened, because my dad no longer wanted to go out or buy tortillas.
Then he wrote to me.
“Your income transfer did not drop this month.”
For years I had helped them with money. He paid part of his rent because, according to them, “the family supports each other”. But that family had restrained my daughter while she begged them to stop.
I replied:
“There was no error. I will never pay again for people who laughed while my daughter cried.”
