The five babies had dark skin, curly hair, and features that—according to him—did not match either Spaniards or “respectable” Mexican families.
“WHO IS THE FATHER OF THOSE CHILDREN?” Roberto shouted, angrily pointing at Isabel, who was still weak in her hospital bed.
“YOU CHEATED ON ME! YOU HAD ANOTHER MAN! IT MUST HAVE BEEN SOME FOREIGN SOLDIER OR A TOURIST!
THOSE CHILDREN ARE NOT MINE!
LOOK AT ME, I’M WHITE! LOOK AT YOU! HOW COULD WE HAVE CHILDREN THIS DARK?”
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“Roberto, please, believe me…” Isabel cried.
“You are the only man I have ever loved. They are your children. I have never been with anyone else.”
“LIAR!” he roared.
He took off his wedding ring and threw it straight at Isabel’s face.
“I’m leaving. I will never acknowledge those bastards.
Keep your dark-skinned children.
From today on, you no longer have a husband.”
That very night, Roberto left.
He cut off all financial support, expelled Isabel from the mansion, and left her on the street with five crying babies in her arms.
Isabel’s life turned into hell.
She returned to a small rural town in Veracruz.
But because of their appearance, her children—Miguel, Gabriel, Rafael, Uriel, and Samuel—became targets of mockery and humiliation throughout the entire community.
“Here come the devil’s children!”
“Here come the little black kids!”
The boys came home from school in tears.
“Mom… why are we like this? Why did Dad abandon us?” asked Miguel, the eldest.
Isabel hugged them. Her hands were already rough from washing other people’s clothes and working the land just to feed them.
“My sons,” she said firmly,
“never be ashamed of your color. That is gold. You are special.
And one day, your father will swallow every word he ever said.
Study. Show the world that the color of a person’s skin does not define their worth.”
The brothers worked tirelessly.
When Miguel studied, Gabriel worked construction.
When Rafael had exams, Uriel sold food on the streets.
They took turns carrying exhaustion and hope.
Thanks to their intelligence and determination, all five earned international scholarships.
Universities in the United States and Europe recruited them for their exceptional talent in Science and Medicine.
Thirty years passed.
Year 2025.
Don Roberto was now a wealthy old man… but alone.
He never had any more children. His second wife turned out to be infertile.
And now he faced his greatest crisis.
He suffered from a rare blood disease.
His liver and kidneys were failing.
“Don Roberto,” his doctor said at an elite hospital,
“you urgently need a combined liver and kidney transplant.
Your case is extremely complex. You have a very rare genetic marker.
Finding donors and specialists will be difficult.”
“Pay whatever it costs!” Roberto shouted.
“I don’t want to die!”
“There is a medical team from the United States here on a humanitarian mission,” the doctor explained.
“They are known as ‘The Quintet.’
They are the best in the world in genetics and transplants.”
They agreed to review the case.
On the day of the consultation, Roberto entered the conference room.
In front of him stood five doctors.
Tall, elegant…
and dark-skinned.
Roberto’s heart stopped for a second.
Those faces… felt painfully familiar.
“Good morning, Don Roberto,” said the lead surgeon.
“I am Dr. Miguel.
These are my brothers:
Dr. Gabriel (Anesthesiologist),
Dr. Rafael (Cardiologist),
Dr. Uriel (Nephrologist),
and Dr. Samuel (Hepatologist).”
“You’re… brothers?” Roberto asked, trembling.
“Yes,” Miguel replied.
“We are quintuplets.”
Roberto’s world collapsed.
“W-where are you from…?” he stammered.
“We were born in this country,” Gabriel said firmly.
“But we grew up in poverty.
Our father abandoned us in 1995 because of our skin color.
He said we disgusted him.”
The medical file slipped from Roberto’s hands.
“Y-you…”
The door opened.
An older woman entered in a wheelchair, elegant and serene.
It was Isabel.
“Isabel…?” Roberto whispered.
“Hello, Roberto,” she said calmly.
“It’s been a long time.”
Roberto fell to his knees.
“Forgive me! I was wrong!
I thought you weren’t mine… just because you were dark!
I thought that couldn’t exist in my blood!”
Samuel, the geneticist, turned on a tablet.
“Actually, Mr. Roberto,” he said,
“we conducted DNA tests as part of the protocol.”
On the screen appeared the result:
PROBABILITY OF PATERNITY: 99.99%
“You are our father,” Samuel continued.
“And about our skin color…
We researched your family tree.
Your great-great-grandfather was an African missionary who arrived in Spain in the 19th century.
The family hid that truth because of racism.
The genes lay dormant… until us.”
Roberto’s eyes filled with terror.
“That means…”
“It means,” Samuel said,
“that this is genetic atavism.
You gave us those genes…
and then punished us for them.”
Roberto cried like a child.
“Please… save me… I’ll do anything…”
The five sons looked at their mother.
“What should we do, Mom?” Miguel asked.
“He destroyed your heart.”
Isabel took her son’s hand.
“I raised you to save lives, not to judge,” she said.
“Do it. Not for him…
but to prove that you are better.”
The operation was a success.
The five sons saved the father who had rejected them.
When Roberto woke up, he asked to see them.
He wanted to give them his entire fortune.
But the nurse handed him only a letter.
Roberto,
You are alive.
You were given a second chance thanks to donors we found.
But that does not mean we return to your life.
We do not need your money.
We built our name without you.
The debt is paid.
Do not look for us.
Isabel and the Quintuplets
Roberto remained alone in his luxurious hospital room.
Alive… but empty.
And too late, he finally understood that the five “dark-skinned” babies he had cast into oblivion
were the brightest gold he would ever have again.
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