13

Broken

Sadness. Undenial. Angry. Frustrated.

It's so sad that I have to lose someone I truly value just so I would wake up in my own daydream. That the daydream, the dream, the place that I've been trying to live on is not at all a dream but a nightmare.

I clutched my Momma's dress tightly to my chest as I cried. Memories of her when I was still young washed over me.

"You're back in your room. Why don't you come out, hmm? It's your birthday and one of our princesses is sulking already." It was Momma Delia's voice when she came inside my room.

I sighed.

Any child will probably sulk inside his or her room if your own parents don't greet and pay attention to you.

They only greeted Beatriz while when in fact, we're twins. We have the same birthday too so I don't understand why am I treated differently.

I'm sad. But...I can't be mad at them. Sulking, yes, but I am never the type of the person who'll invest myself with too much hate.

Even if they think I'm cursed, at least I still kno