Mi Hermana Querida Novels & Stories

Abbie's POV "My beautiful girl. Eres tan hermosa. Tal como me lo imaginaba." Luna Elora says, making my eyes water. (You are so beautiful. Just as I imagined.) "Mi sobrina hermosa. Estas tan grande. No Lo puedo creer. La encontramos, Xoco. Al fin la encontramos." Queen Elena says, making me look at them in shock. My heart raced uncontrollably as Elora came to stand in front of me. (my beautiful niece. I can't believe it. We found her little sister. We finally found her)

she says while looking at me with a hunger in her eyes. "Dios mio (oh my God) Mija I didn't need to know that," Lucia says in a humorous tone. She sighs as she becomes serious and says, "I know I'm on speakerphone and that Erica is there, so please, cariño (sweetie) keep my baby safe and take good care of her. Not the dirty kind, I mean..." "I know Lucia and I will, I promise," I say in a reassuring tone. I then thought dirty,smirking at Devon and say, "She's in good hands."

she added, her tone softening. Her words caught me off guard. It wasn’t just the casual way she said it, it was the sincerity behind her words that hit me. “You consider me as a sister?” I asked in disbelief, unsure if I’d heard her right. Mia nodded, her expression warm and sincere. "Why not? You are interesting and I love interesting people." she replied with a playful grin, leaning back in her chair. I looked down at my plate, unsure of what to say. The idea of finding a family, in my current situation, made me emotional.

Mia listened attentively, offering words of encouragement and support. I asked her about her sister's arrival, and Mia's face lit up, even over the phone. "Oh, girl, it's been amazing!" she exclaimed. "My sister is so happy to be here, and we're having the best time catching up. We've been shopping, and eating, and just enjoying each other's company. It's been really great." I was happy for Mia, and I told her so.

Once she finds a steady rhythm, I say, “My sister died while we were trying to escape and find the Sun Warriors.” Carolina’s hands stutter, and she loses a strand of the braid. It doesn’t matter anyway because Missy stands up to face me. “That’s really sad,” she says. I nod, fighting back the tears that are blurring my vision. Without hesitation, Missy crawls into my lap, wrapping her arms around me as far as she can reach. I hold her gently so that she can climb off whenever she wants. She doesn’t for quite a while. “Maybe instead of being our friend,” Missy says, “you can be our sister.”

Mendoza’s face appeared on screen, smiling from ear to ear. “Mija!” she exclaimed. “Oh, look at you two, beautiful as always. Demetria, I’ve missed you!” “I’ve missed you too, Mama Mendoza,” I said warmly. “She’s glowing, huh?” Anastasia chimed in, pointing the camera at me. “Claro que sí” (Of course, yes). Her mom agreed, wagging her finger. “That’s love glow. Don’t lie.” I covered my face, groaning. “Not you too.”

When I didn’t reply for a long time, her voice on the other end became tearful. “Freya, you’re mad at me, aren’t you?” “I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I just… I just want to be loved…” As she spoke, she completely broke down crying. Before I could react, my brother Lucas Brown’s angry voice came through the phone.

"Thank you for that." I text back: "The honest version is always the right version." She replies: "I'm coming to Chicago. Next month if the timing works. I want to meet you properly." I look at the text. A woman from New Mexico who stood on the foundations of Mira Seca is coming to Chicago. To meet me. The founding Lunare line, alive and present and walking around in scrubs and eating Thai food and expecting a daughter in twenty weeks. "Yes," I text back. "Come. You're always welcome"

She answered in a singsong voice. "You are impossible." "I know. But you love me." MJ stated the obvious fondly. "That's true. My sister from another mother." What would I do without you, Mia Jane? ____________