My adored Jesus:
Seeing that time has passed and I have not heard from you, I am consumed by the uncertainty of just thinking that you have forgotten me. Three months have passed since that sad day when I saw you leave, the ship was leaving for Venezuela and with it my illusions of one day seeing you again.
Don't you remember our walks through the coffee plantations? We used to get lost among the orange trees in bloom, while I listened to my mother's voice saying, Consuelo, what have you done to yourself? Those children were growing up until one day from the game, caresses were born discovering our bodies and in the naivety we knew love.
Jesus, my love, don't forget that it was our parents who separated us and that I loved you madly until the last moment. Don't you realize that it is my parents who discriminate against their employees because they are of a different social class?
You must open your eyes and look clearly at the reality that I do not think like that, the fact that you are the son of a carpenter does not make you less than others. They do not allow me to write to you and much less to communicate with your aunts in Andalusia. They watch me all the time, although they still don't know my secret.
These last few days, I have remembered a lot the picture that my uncle José painted where I am drinking coffee, that was the picture that was in the estancia and that we used to leave messages behind it and that is how it occurred to me to send you the picture with Aunt Margarita, because knowing that she would travel to Venezuela, I am sure that she will deliver it to you and that you will remember that behind the picture is the hiding place of our messages of love.
All this could have been avoided if you had trusted me, but you preferred to give in to the manipulation of my parents who told you that I did not want to see you anymore because I was engaged to Celestino Gonzalez, the son of one of my father's partners and that I would marry him at the end of 1950.
Jesus, my dearest, the secret that no one knows yet is that I am expecting your child and mine, the fruit of our love. My parents don't know yet and I am very afraid of what they might do when they find out. Come find me, let's make a life together, let's make a family with our baby. I don't care what my parents think, I only care about our love.
Yours forever...
Consuelo.
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