My Father's Foot, Zoé Valdés

"Alma Desamparada thought of her father. Why had he gone and stuck his dick in her mother's pussy? Why had he splurted his sauce inside? Why had her mother opened her legs? To have her? To give birth to a hungry wretch? [...] More than once, she had been introduced to this or that man as her father. "There's your father, your damn father," her mother had told her on her sixth birthday, as her godfather arrived with an overly sweet cake. Alma would have given anything now for a crumb of such a cake, even if stale. An imaginary fruity syrup flowed through her fragile veins. The true identity of this damned father had been discussed so often. The story about the garbage cans or the basket abandoned at the door, she no longer believed it. If the cake guy was her father, she simply didn't give a damn."