You know Omer, it was impressive, every day in the morning and at night I heard her, saying her prayers, she thanked God and asked for protection, but she asked for her friends as if her situation there was good. She found the way out of the dungeon, she climbed the stone wall even though she was afraid of heights and found the gap between the stones for us to escape, that while I was handcuffed and she opened the handcuffs on my hands, and when we got out of there she said that there was a creek close by, which we should follow in that direction through it a river always flows towards some city or village, and she had heard the sound of water for several days. And so they spent some time just observing Carla and her inner peace.

They saw Carla turning her head back, she was talking to Raquel, who came up behind her and hugged her, it was a beautiful scene of mother and daughter and their great love for each other. A beautiful young woman in white with her red hair blowing in the wind and a young lady with short hair already with silver strands mixing in her black hair. Two women of low stature, not reaching one meter and sixty in height, both of them beautiful, if we took a photo at that moment it would be worthy of a beautiful family picture. Omer wandered in his thoughts, remembering the good times he had with his Narin, Carla's mother. He loved her deeply when they were young, but his family found out about his courtship and his love for that young woman, and they did everything to separate them, even sending him to a guerrilla while they disappeared with Narin. Many years later, actually twenty-five years later, shortly after he found out about his daughter from the magazine, a man he considered his best friend who had been in jail for twenty-five years and his death sentence had been passed, Omer decided to go to prison and visit Roan at least once, and there he learned that his friend at the time found out that Omer's parents paid a fortune to Narin's mother and that they forced her to leave, threatening the baby she was carrying. in her womb and that she learned that you were to marry the princess in a matter of days.

When she kept insisting on talking to you about the baby, your Omer parents decided to take care of her. Roan tried in several ways to warn Omer, who was leading a squadron in the war, but Omer's family was very powerful and invented several murders and had Roan arrested in the dungeon for twenty-three years and then sentenced to death, only when the time came document for King Omer to approve the date is that he found out about something being wrong in this case. In his conversation with Roan, Omer discovered that during the twenty-three years of his imprisonment, he was never allowed a visit, nor a trial, like the other prisoners. He was found very weak, immense weakness, sick, pale and could no longer walk for years due to the beatings he took every day as a punishment imposed when he was arrested. From what he heard, Omer began to investigate and speed up a search for the truth. Today Roan was released, innocent, and lives in one of the rooms of the royal palace, uses wheelchairs, a sadness in his eyes. losing his youth to help Narin and their baby made Omer angrier at his parents. Roan told Omer, that the last time he saw Narin, was when he saw her unconscious, Omer's parents along with Narin's mother captured her, drugged her and made her sleep and took her to an abortion clinic where Roan already found her in surgery clothes still doped and they already at the beginning of the procedure where there was a lot of blood. He shot two men who were performing surgery and wrapped Narin in a hospital sheet and fled from there where a midwife friend of his mother helped clean and care for her for a few days, at that time Omer's parents invented their crimes and asked arrest of Roan taking everything from his family.

Years ago, Omer, already a widower for more than eight years, did not understand why Narin had never informed him of her whereabouts. After he learned that they had a daughter, Omer felt a great anger at Narin for not letting him know about his daughter. but she never imagined what her parents made her suffer and the fear of losing her daughter that she must have had at the time. Omer had two more children from his marriage. Princess Geany was a beautiful girl, but she only thought of parties and riches like her mother, she had black hair, she was thin and very tall with her twenty years old and there was Prince Fran, today with his twenty-three years old , liked the outdoors and a good ride, but not too committed to the serious stuff. Omer couldn't imagine how they would react to learning they had an older sister. It was almost two years of searching until he reached Carla and was sure with DNA that she was his daughter. I still remember the fright he had when he saw Carla in the magazine and how he turned pale, leaving Thahir worried, thinking he was having a bad time. feeling the emotion of seeing my daughter even with nothing concrete yet, but she was identical to Narin, that's when I said to Thahir with the utmost confidence:

- I found my daughter, look it's her!

- How do you know? We can check that sir!

- It's her mother's copy, we can even look for the answers, but I want everything in complete silence.

Thahir picked up a copy of the magazine and learned from it that the young woman was the head nurse at the largest emergency room in the capital of Minas Gerais, in Brazil. And that she worked directly with Dr. Raquel Ranger. They received an excellence award for the hospital. They seemed to be good professionals and the two looked at each other in the photo like old friends. Their gazes seemed to smile at each other. From there they began to investigate the two women. Doctor Raquel came from a wealthy family, graduated and married and had a son. Her son Eduardo worked in the US in the army and had a son, a single adoptive father, of a child son of a soldier who died together with his wife in a car accident, he was thirty-six and had a crush on Carla. As for Raquel in her fifty-four years old, she was beautiful, today a widow, and from what they noticed of a very good marriage, she got married very young and her husband, also a doctor, seeing her skills, helped her to graduate and work in the best hospitals from Brazil.

As for Carla, poverty, mistreatment by her maternal grandmother, carrying buckets of water from the beginning of the favela to their house for bathing, cleaning or washing clothes, climbing three hundred steps for each climb with two buckets filled with twenty liters of water each, according to residents, everyone washed clothes there in the fountain at the beginning of the favela, but grandmother Joelma did not allow Carla to do that, and for that reason the girl used to lift more than twenty buckets every day, so grandmother Joelma decided to take Carla out of school when she was eleven years. Narin got sick when Carla was six years old, she couldn't walk and didn't speak, and the girl who had to take care of Narin, from bathing, eating, changing clothes and personal hygiene because her grandmother didn't do it. When Carla turned fourteen her mother died, and so Grandma Joelma made Carla her personal slave, the girl washed, ironed, cooked, had to work to bring food home and could only eat what was left on Grandma Joelma's plate. When she had a birthday, her grandmother prepared a great present for her, she ordered her to take a good bath and wear her best clothes, which she would soon know about. The grandmother sold Carla to the local drug lord, a cruel man with no scruples, who burned people alive in tires and killed mercilessly, he had already raped several girls from the favela or ordered his gang to do so, many times he even led rapes collectives against girls or women of his choice. But Carla, he wanted it otherwise, he saw her grow and always saw her struggle and that would leave him with more desire for her, he could make her a great woman for him, not that it was just her but she would be a perfect lover and only him as long as he wanted. She didn't show fear of anything or anyone and that made him want to break that posture of hers leaving her on her knees down below him asking for mercy. The police tried to catch him, as he led the drug trade in the greater region, but he always managed to escape.