Francisco Ituralde was the third father to leave me, and I was only twenty-one, I was three for three, I was getting a Harvard diploma, and my bangs were growing out nicely. The world was my oyster. I had been abandoned, sure, I could do nothing about the fact that I had been abandoned, but I could turn this ship around, make lemonade out of lemons, I could become the most famous abandoned girl in the world. Out of all the abandoned girls in the world, I could be their valedictorian.
