Mis Historias Novels & Stories

“ Am I really their daughter? She asks herself. “ This people do not love me, they do not care about me but they cared for my brother, maybe I am not their daughter, maybe I need to find out the truth about the birth of I and my twin sister “ she says to herself. Marilyn looks out of the car window as they were on their way to their hotel, she smiles and she turns to Manuel. This country looks beautiful, where did you say we are again? She asks. “ Amsterdam “ he answers. “ Amsterdam right? She nods her head in joy. “ What a beautiful wedding with a big fish and a super honeymoon” she says and Manuel laughs. “ You know I use to dream about leaving my country and touring the world but my siste

She pouted. "Mami, I don't care. All I know is I want you to pack our bags before I return." He snapped. "Someone is on his period" She whispered waving hand at the friendly receptionist. After packing the bags up, she opened the curtains. Looking at the busy street, she will miss taking tea while hussain is hugging her behind. She sighed softly, this is not how she wanted her vacation to end. She wanted to leave a memory behind and now all the memory she will leave behind, is that of her husband fighting his brother.

Wait, so if I died in that world, then… AM I BACK? I tried my best to get up, only to be disappointed by the view I came familiar with in the past days. I’m still here… I wanted to cry, but no tears were coming out. I weakly leaned back on the bed and tried to remember what happened. This led to my second regret this night. Right, they betrayed me. Before having the chance to lie back down again, I heard some shuffling on the ground.