bed, I hear my mother calling me from in the kitchen for what I'm pretty sure is to talk about how my day went and keep her company until my father returns home so she isn't lonely. Since it's just the two of us awake, she takes two wine glasses out and whispers to me, " If you don't tell your father I won't either". As she pours me a glass of red wine and sighs, I let out a quiet laugh. My mother has always had a friendly demeanor, making me feel that she's listening to me, and not judging me like everyone around me does. We talk for what feels like hours until my father walks in and slumps in the chair beside my mother. "Good evening my loves", my father says looking and smelling like he has been drug through the mud and spit out of a sewage drain all at the same time. " Ay papi you stink," I tell him, He laughs and goes to hug me, I try to squirm away from him but it's no use he grabs me and brings me in a tight hug. My mother is enjoying this so much she lets out a beautiful laugh that I had never heard before, It's in these moments that I cherish so much and wish that they would never end. " I'm all stinky and wet now Dad". He blows me a kiss and I roll my eyes in laughter. As I make my way to my room I slump on my bed and lie there for a mere moment, I get up and go to my drawer and get some of my clothes to go and take a shower. I look up to notice the shadow that I had seen earlier that day. His stare is intense I can feel it, it's as though shards of glass are sticking me all over my skin, it's as unnerving as he looks. I'm fascinated as to why he would take the time out of his evening to even stalk me I mean yes some say that my beauty holds no bounds but I've never thought so. It's always been hard for me to accept compliments because I don't see myself the way that others do, I've always felt that I was so much different than my family and friends, my head is always in a book, I zone out from time to time, and I have some of the most aberrant theories and fascinations. My Mother says I'm one of a kind and that I'll always be her little water lily. Her eyes have always seen the best in me, or otherwise what I don't see in myself. I drag my stare away from the man braid my hair up and then go to sleep.
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I toss and turn all night for whatever reason I can't seem to fall asleep, I decide to get dressed and go for a walk around. I get dressed and grab a book from my bookshelf to take with me as I stroll around the town. Of course, I don't forget my pepper spray, my key knife, and my alert puff ball. My dad always insists that when I get the sudden urge to go for midnight strolls I should always be prepared since we live in the most dangerous part of New York City. I turn the corner to cut through the alleyway to get to my favorite little park, it's my second favorite place to go to besides the Cafe. Thinking about the Cafe makes me suddenly think of Callum, his perfectly shaped lips close to mine his black luscious hair slipping between my hands. I snap myself out of my thoughts and realize that there's no way that I could ever express these feelings to him he is too much of a bad boy for my liking anyway.
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I open my book as I rest on the bench, with only a dim street light to serve as my way of seeing the black ink on the page. Midnight is my favorite time to read and dive into my stories, because everyone else is asleep, it's my escape from my life and all of my problems. Papa says that I can't stay there forever and that at some point I have to come back to reality, even though I know he is right, sometimes I just can't bring myself to. The world is full of hardships and problems that I might not ever be able to change or escape but, when my mind goes into story mode and for a time I'm not me anymore I'm the characters in books getting to live their lives, being in my head is better than anything in real life could ever amount to. I get to a chapter of my book where my favorite MFC is going to visit her family, I think about my own travels to see my family.
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I've never traveled much unless it was to see my Abuela, she lives in Mexico, and my family and I go to see her almost every year, the people in her town considered us to be locals because of how often we visited, that was all thanks to my mother she strongly believes that family is everything and that we should spend our precious time with the people who love us because we never know when they could leave us. I agreed wholeheartedly with my mother, plus I loved my Abuela, she would always tell me stories about when mom was younger and what happened to the people in our family. Abuela was big on knowing our history, she says that if a person does not know their history about themselves and their people then, the bad things are bound to happen again, until it creates an endless cycle of past regrets. That's why my parents made it their business to teach my siblings and me everything about both sides of our cultures. So that we don't repeat the same mistakes.
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