"Your nickname is Colibrí, isn't it?" she said.
"Yes, it’s the name my mother called me."
"I thought so," Doña Celestina said. “And it’s a beautiful name, too. Say it loudly!"
"– Why does Baltasar say your name is Rosa Garcia?"
"I don’t know. He told me long ago that 'Rosa Garcia' is easier to pronounce."
"There is something strange about your past," Doña Celestina said. "Something deeply hidden. I wish I could find the secret."
"Uncle says my parents probably didn’t want me. They lost me on purpose, he says."
"That’s not true," Doña Celestina said. "I’m sure. I can feel that they wanted you. Only what exactly happened, I can’t sense." She paused, as if she was listening for something being said just beyond her hearing, and then gave up.
"One thing, Baltasar was wrong to take your name away from you. If he had to change something, he should have changed his own name. 'Om' means 'Spider,' and it’s a bad last name."
"Why?" I said.
Doña Celestina shrugged. "A visit from a spider is no good. But to see a colibrí is very lucky."