Forgive Juan! Think of this only: HE IS MY BOY! If I live, it is for you, who are the loveliest and dearest of mothers.

If I die, I shall die with your name on my lips.
I embrace you with my soul.

I kiss your hands, and remember how often they have clasped mine.

I kiss your eyes, your cheeks, your dear lips.
Mi madre, remember me! In your prayers, remember Juan!" With what tears and sobs was this loving letter read by all the women; and the Senora finally laid it where she had laid the precious curl that had come with it.

She wanted "the Woman blessed among women" to share the mother joy and the mother anguish in her heart.