"I wonder."
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It was the night of the young Maribel's 5th birthday, crowds gathered in the casita. excitement and laughter danced through the air, and Bruno was holding <name> in his arms as he was standing in a small group with his sister Pepa. soon it was silent, and Alma was giving the usual speech she gave for every gift ceremony, and soon everyone was watching as Mira walked down towards the stairs. She reached the door, and the crowd was completely silent as they watched her reach for the door. Everyone watched as the door glowed brightly, brighter than any before! .. but then it faded away. Silence was still among the crowd, with afew whispers were heard throughout the room. Mira turned to Alma, then her mom, then she looked around the room, at everyone.
that night was a sad and confusing night. Mira was crying in the nursery, <name> watched as their father grabbed afew things from the nursery swiftly. He stood at the door for a minute, and stared back at <name> with sad, glassy eyes. He ran over to them, and hugged them. "..goodbye, mi querido." Bruno said, hugging his child for what he thought would be the final time. Bruno left quickly, leaving <name> confused on where their papa went.
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"<name>! Did you wake up your brothers?" Pepa peeked her head into your room, to see you just waking up for the 3rd time today. "Hm? Oh yeah, i did." You spoke, smiling at your mama. "Alright, thank you querido!" She walked away, leaving you to get up and change into day-appropriate clothes. You stretched out, and your back cracked loudly. You walked to the dresser, and changed into a Ruana. It is patterned with mirrors on the split in the middle, and coloured with shades of oranges and yellows, with little green patches sewn into by Mirabel. You stretched once more, and left your room. "Buenas Dias <name>! Good to see you up to help with breakfast!" Felix, your padre, waved at you as you left your room. "Buenas Dias dad." You said tiredly, rubbing your eyes. You walked down the stairs, the casita waking you up as it bounced you up and down. "Haha! Buenas Dias to you too casita!" You said happily. You ran to the kitchen, to help your Tia Julieta with breakfast. "Buenas Dias Tia!" You say happily, rolling your sleeves up abit. "Buenas dias <name>!" Julieta smiled, and looked at you. You stared at Julieta for a few seconds, and shook yourself. "Ha, 7 years and i still cant get used to this copying thing!" You laughed, and Julieta laughed slightly too. You hurried up to gather ingredients for Julieta, and then you set them all next to her. "Thank you so much <name>, now you go help in the village while im cooking, alright querido?" "Alright tia, thank you!" You smiled as you ran out of the kitchen, and you spotted your hermano Camilo. You stared at him for a few seconds, then you shapeshifted your hair and clothes. You continued running, until you were drawn to a wall, the wall with all your family members painted onto it. You stared at each person, but your eyes kept going back to the man in green, some sort of feeling that you couldn't describe radiating off it. Bruno. that was his name. You dont remember him, your padre said you were only 3 when he left. You felt a sort of, connection, when you saw pictures of him, or if someone was talking about him. You stared at the painting for abit longer, before running off again. You spotted Dolores, your favorite, and only hermana. "Dolores! Hola hola!" You ran up to her, waving. "Oh, hola <name>." She was quiet as always, but something was off today. "You alright sis?" You frowned, and turned your head to the side. 'She must be hearing something interesting, or concerning.' You thought, and you copied her gift. It took a moment, but you got used to the sudden noises. 'Focus, find something..' then you heard it. Soft whispers, between 2 towns people. Old folks, you didn't know who. "9 years, almost 10 now. Ill admit, i miss him." "Do you think he will come back? For <name>?" "Poor child, their father disappearing at only 3 years." "I wonder what the family told them of him... poor child probably thinks they are the descendant of a terrible, evil man.." "when that isnt true." You knew immediately who they were talking of. bad luck, bringer of death, horrible man, evil, thats what they called him. But to hear, that he was your father? It just isn't possible.. is it? You look barely like him, no way he's your dad.. is it?
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I love writing this sm, like bro it should be illegal to be this happy writing something
Anyways i feel like this is over dramatic but im so happy with it and i love it alot so like its whatever
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