A highwayman entered the house, threatened the father, and sold his daughter for two handfuls of lentils. This was the first of many disappointments, but Lalo, like all strong women, was forged from the clay of loyalty, strength, and love. She smiled and looked defiantly into the highwayman's eyes; she was frightened and sad, but she didn't want to give him a sense of triumph. From that moment on, she resolved to face life and win, as befits a heroine. But the first sale was followed by a second and a third, and she ended up in the hold of a ship that carried her to be sold in the slave market. Not a minute passed since she left her father’s house without her thinking about how she would buy her freedom and return to her family with gold, so that her father would become the richest man in his village, and her unspoken motto was: “My family, even if they are stingy with me, are generous.”
But life is a cunning game and not easily defeated. It placed in her path a despicable relative, a noble stranger, a lover whose death she didn't know, and another ready to face fire for her sake. But one day, the truth dawned on her: how deluded she had been. She had never been gentle, but why had no one told her?
My name is Lalo... a novel about a land you love that rejects you and a land you love that cannot accept you, and a story of overwhelming love whose godfather is death, its heroine a woman who loved children and was loved by them but refused to have children, a woman who never knew the word impossible