Mi Hermana Querida Novels & Stories

"What about Mira?" She looked down at her shoes, partly hidden in the snow. "She's my half-sister." Marigold continued, almost whispering. Nueva laughed. "Oh, I get it now. That's the best news I have heard all day." She reached over and pulled Marigold into a firm hug. Marigold glanced at her, somewhat surprised, but her face soon broke into a smile seeing Nueva's positive reaction. "Welcome to the sisterhood." Nueva chuckled and winked playfully.

She then takes my face in her hands -Mi amor como estas, Dios mio te has vuelto aún más hermosa mira como has crecido. (my love how are you, Oh my God you have become even more beautiful look how you have grown). She looks like she's about to cry. Te extrañé mucho mi hija.(I missed you so much my darling) I just nod my head, not knowing how to respond to this outpouring of love. She moves away from me to leave room for my father

“Just wait. After this, we’ll have our own place. A big kitchen, a big backyard. You’ll have your own room and…” “And you'll finally be able to pursue your dream of being a chef and having your own restaurant,” she finished for me. Her smile trembled. “And... we’ll be happy?” “We will. I promise.” She nodded and suddenly hugged me. “Te amo, mana.” (I love you, sis) I hugged her tighter. “Te amo más.” (I love you more) Then she whispered, “Mientras estemos juntas, todo estará bien.” (As long as we're together, everything will be okay)

"Papi were you giving your family shit because you couldn't find me?" I playfully glare at him. It's hard to stay mad at him. When his tongue makes me feel like an exclusive all you can eat buffet. He rubs the back of his neck as he stammers. “Well.. Mami I.. uh..” I just purse my lips scolding him. “Hmm humph, whatever! There ain’t no excuses for that kinda behavior.” He laughs. So do I as we sit at the counter. Manny sits me in his lap introducing me to them."Tio Edwin y Tia Marie este mi amor, Mi Keya!" (Uncle Edwin and Auntie Marie this is my love, My Keya!)

he asked. It took me a second to remember that I’d called him by name. “Oh. Charlotte. I’m Scott’s sister.” Matthew’s eyes widened. “It’s so nice to finally meet you! Your brother talks about you all the time.” The gator hiding beneath the bridge hissed. “I don’t think he’ll come up here,” Matthew reassured me confidently. “What brings you out in the middle of the night?” Since it was Scott’s best friend, I figured I could be honest. Also, if he owned the place, he probably knew where to find what I needed.

“Oh my God, we are never leaving this boat.” Wearing my bathing suit, I made my way up to the pool deck. Just before I turned the final corner, Mia came in my direction. “I’m sorry,” I said. She shook her head. “No, that’s on me. Old habits die hard but know I’m doing my best to kill this one. It was hearing her name…” Josie. My sister. I nodded. “Now, both of our names are Roríguez.” Mia inhaled. “Well, fuck. You’re right.”

“ That was for making me miss you for two whole weeks. Your sister has been gone for God-knows-how-long. Why do you kids make me worry so much?" I pull her into another hug and kiss her on the cheek. “ lo siento, mi corazon. I’ll try to come often. Work has been stressful.” She glances worriedly at me with one hand on my cheek, “Your face has lost all it’s flesh . You must be tired. Come in, come in. I made enchilada Rojas, quesadillas and Carne asada.”

The force of it sent a sharp pain through me. "Grace, George has always treated you like his own," she said, her grip tightening. "Carrie is your sister. Can't you just wait? Do you have to provoke her like this?" My arm throbbed, the pain spreading to my abdomen. Years of being cast aside surged up inside me all at once. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, and before I could stop myself, I asked, "Mom, is Carrie the only one you care about? Do you even remember that I'm your daughter?"

Ahahaha. Jeoff, give me my ten million my loves! So, my brother Carlos could also go home now. Speaking of my brother? I badly miss him. I miss you bro. You used to comb my hair and tried to tie my hair. You don’t want to see my hair falling in my shoulder. But sometimes I prepare to free them in ties, I look like Maria Makiling (Maria Makiling was a believe deity of Philippine Nature who resides in Mt. Makiling. A beautiful and kind deity) I hope my mother named me “Makiling” instead of Charm. “Cutie.” I pinched Icy’s cheek.

Another, “Your eyes have two colors!” I put it back in the place and looked at the picture of my sister. I took a deep breath as I spoke, “Whoever wrote this is correct, you know that, right? If I didn’t say it to you, let me tell you now, you were so beautiful, Caterina. Honestly, you were the only beautiful thing in my life. But now I have your daughter. She’s just as beautiful. Unlike you though, she’s strong headed. She doesn’t have your sweetness and sometimes I think it’s a good thing in this cruel world. You were too sweet, la mia sorellina. But don't worry, I love her.” I paused as I thought about my next words and how much I wanted to share them with her. I said, “Mi manchi.” I miss