Safe and sound ( C. Madrigal )

Mean it

" Welcome home mija." abuela said while we made our way to their house. For the first time in years I finally felt safe. You didn't get mad at your grandparents, you never did. 

Although you were still a child, you understood why they left. 

"Your abuelo is at the madrigals, he will be home for lunch. Speaking of lunch, what do you want to eat?" she asked making her way to the kitchen as I sat on the dining table, still holding onto my bag.

 That question is easy to answer yet hard to think about. I never get asked often, Back at home they just let me eat.

"Y/n?" she said making me flinch a bit. " Oh! anything will do abuela." I smiled at her, she started cooking and I just watched her, tucking strands of my hair behind my ear.

The front door opened making me cover my right eye with my hair by the sudden action.

"ay mi nieta!" (oh, my granddaughter!) abuelo said making his way to me. I looked up to him and kissed him on the cheek. 

 we started chatting, telling how our days went. Aside from a very hard, exhausting life, there are good days I had. I shared them with my grandparents. A grandparent's love is immeasurable. 

After eating, I helped abuela with her chores outside after settling in. "So tell me, hija." I looked up to her.

 "What happened? why'd you run away?" Her sudden question made me freeze.

A lot abuela, A lot...

I pressed my lips against each other. "I love you." she said cupping my face, kissing the top of my head.

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The day had past, I had a lot of catching up to do with them. After taking a shower, I went to mom's old room. 

The walls were pure white, there are several pictures of her and dad hanging, a study table, and a vanity. I sat on the bed and I opened my bag, ana packed my diary!

I started writing how my day went. I went back to pages where I wrote about those days . "I hope it's all over." I said to myself, glancing at the healed bruises on my arm.

 I sighed and finished writing.

I sat on the bed, facing the wall, the darkness itself is scary... it reminded me of the days my dad trapped me on the basement for days, I left the light open and went to sleep.