{"id":1426,"date":"2026-10-03T23:15:35","date_gmt":"2026-10-03T23:15:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/?p=1426"},"modified":"2026-10-03T23:15:35","modified_gmt":"2026-10-03T23:15:35","slug":"el-rescate-en-la-oscuridad-helada-la-verdad-sobre-la-madre-y-la-nueva-vida-de-la-pequena-ivy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/?p=1426","title":{"rendered":"El rescate en la oscuridad helada, la verdad sobre la madre y la nueva vida de la peque\u00f1a Ivy."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span dir=\"auto\">Mais l\u00e0, au milieu des murs d\u00e9labr\u00e9s et du vent glacial qui soufflait \u00e0 travers les fen\u00eatres bris\u00e9es, una escena de d\u00e9sespoir humano real e insoutenable se d\u00e9roulait sous ses yeux.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span dir=\"auto\">La peque\u00f1a Ivy se qued\u00f3 con un viejo canap\u00e9. Les doigts tremblants, elle ouvrit \u00e0 la h\u00e2te une bo\u00eete de lait infantile qu\u2019Arthur venait de lui acheter au supermarch\u00e9. L\u2019eau dans une vieille th\u00e9i\u00e8re br\u00fbl\u00e9e sur le po\u00eale \u00e9tait \u00e0 peine ti\u00e8de, mais la fillette ne pr\u00eata aucune care au froid ; Elle \u00e9tait enti\u00e8rement pr\u00e9occup\u00e9e par l\u2019urgence de nutrir les b\u00e9b\u00e9s qui pleuraient.<\/span><!--nextpage--><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span dir=\"auto\">Les jumeaux \u2013 un petit gar\u00e7on et una petite fille qui semblaient avoir moins d\u2019un \u2013 pleuraient faiblement, \u00e9puis\u00e9s. Sus peque\u00f1os cuerpos tiemblan de fr\u00edo y sus rostros est\u00e1n p\u00e1lidos y enfermos. Ils ne pleuraient pas par simple inconfort, mais \u00e0 cause d\u2019une faim insoutenable.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span dir=\"auto\">Arthur \u00f4ta lentement son pr\u00e9cieux manteau en cachemire, conserva sa chemise blanche impecable,<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mais l\u00e0, au milieu des murs d\u00e9labr\u00e9s et du vent glacial qui soufflait \u00e0 travers les fen\u00eatres bris\u00e9es, una escena&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1427,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1426","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1426","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1426"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1426\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1428,"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1426\/revisions\/1428"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1427"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1426"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1426"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/historias.sikag.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1426"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}