The day after my cesarean section, my own parents kicked me out of the house to give my room to my sister and her newborn; when, barely able to stand, I begged my mother to let me rest, she grabbed my hair and yelled at me to stop whining and get out,
My name is Lucía Navarro. I’m thirty-one years old, and I was thrown out of my parents’ house just twenty-four hours after having a C-section.
Not my own apartment—but theirs, in Getafe, where I was recovering because the place I shared with my husband, Mateo Ruiz, was still under repair after a major water leak had wrecked the bedroom.
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