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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄 "𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓, 𝐓𝐈𝐀"
I HAD PUSHED a spoonful of cheerios into my mouth, staring straight into the eyes of two people I thought had died years ago. Everyone said they got into a car accident during a storm. They had a funeral and everything. So how were they here?
They were my everything! Sundays were meant for going to the salon with Tia while Tuesdays were when Tio showed me how to put on a spare tire. They were the only ones who ever cared about my childhood.
I couldn't believe them, how they hid this from me and never even bothered to spit out a little "oh hey, by the way, we're not actually dead!"
This was complete utter bullshit.
*Eleven years ago*
"Mother, when do we leave to Tia's?" I sit up on the leather couch.
She sat with her phone laying flat in her palm, someone talking through the speaker. She said nothing back, gulping down her thoughts.
I read the contact, 911.
What happened? Did something happen to father during his business trip?
"Mother...?" I say hesitantly.
She wipes her tears away, looking down at me.
"Hija, your Tia and Tio have suffered a terrible car crash. They've been pronounced dead," She spits out words, blubbering.
"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"We will be planning their funeral soon. Go tell your sister," She shoos me off.
I hold in my tears and walk off silently.
*present*
"I see you're still in shock. That's completely fine, mi sobrina. I've given you a days time now, so I hope you can swallow down your stubbornness and let me explain. You deserve the truth," Tia Selena says calmly.
"How can you just sit here and say this? esto es una mierda! se supone que debes estar muerto!" I hiss out.
"I'm sorry, mi amor. You must know, it was your parents doing. I didn't want you out of my life," she starts to caress my back soothingly.
