The father who called wrk his five children a “curse”… 30 years later, he came looking for them when they became powerful.

“I’m still their father!” Ramó justified. “Where are my children? I want to see my children! I’m sure you’ll understand!”

Suddenly the lights went out. A spotlight shone on the stage.

“Do you want to see your children?” María Guadalupe asked. “There they are.”

THE FIVE “POSITIONS”

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Jua – Dressed in a judge’s robe. “I am Judge Jua Herádez. The youngest magistrate of the Court of Appeals.”
José – Police uniform full of decorations. “I am General José Hernández. Chief of Police of Mexico City.”
Francisco – Wearing an executive suit. “I am Mr. Francisco Hernández, CEO of Hernández Construcción, the company that built this hotel.”
Pedro – Coп sotaпa. “I am Father Pedro Herпáпdez. A priest who helps in orphanages and care homes.”
Gabriel – Doctor’s coat. “I am Dr. Gabriel Hernández. The most renowned phrenic in Latin America.”

Ramó was petrified. The five children he had called a “burden” and “cursed” were now pillars of society.

Ramó climbed onto the stage, trembling. “H-children… it’s me… your dad…”

Gabriel (Dr. Hernández) approached. He reviewed the medical file that Ramó was carrying.

“Dad,” said Dr. Gabriel. “I saw your name on the list of patients who need a kidney transplant at my hospital.”

“Yes, son!” exclaimed Ramó happily. “You’re the doctor! Save me! Operate on me! I’m your father!”

Dr. Gabriel smiled bitterly.

“Do you remember 1995?” Gabriel asked. “When Mom begged you to leave the money to buy milk for us. But you took it and left.”

“Because I didn’t have milk, I got seriously ill. I almost died of dehydration. Mom sold her blood to cure me.”

The other brothers approached.

Judge Jua: “According to the law, the abduction is a crime. But we are not going to prosecute you. Because life has already punished you more severely.”

Mr. Francisco: “You ask for money? I could give you millions. But my money is only for you to believe in me, my friend, because I was going to give you nothing.”

Father Pedro: “I forgive you, Dad. I will pray for your soul. But that doesn’t mean we’ll let you disturb Mom’s peace again.”

Gabriel rushed to his father.

“Dad, I’m the best specialist for your illness. Only I can save you.”

Ramó knelt down. “Please, son… do it.”