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.”
Gabriel hit his head.
“As a doctor, I swore to cure everyone. I will operate on you. I will save your life.”
Ramó’s face lit up. “Thank you! Thank you, son!”
“But,” Gabriel continued, “after you recover, don’t ever show your face to us again. This operation is the last help we will give you. With this, we repay the life you gave us. From tomorrow on, we will be strangers.”
END
The operation was performed. Ramó was saved.
