She wanted to run
I wanted to stay
she wanted to be heard
I wanted to not be seen
She wanted freedom
I wanted isolation
She was a wild fire
I was a spark
I am the sister of the lost mafia princess , I am the quiet one , I'm Sarah Mendoza
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We were four, and although I don't remember much from them, I remember that day.
Flashback
"Sissy, let's go," the small girl whispered to her twin. "Are you sure, Anna? What if? Come on, it'll be fun.". The older sister managed to reach the door handle, and soon they were going down the marble stairs. The youngest of the two made sure to hold onto what she could reach of the banister while the oldest nearly ran down. "B-be careful." "I am," she replied from the bottom of the stairs. "Now hurry.".
They looked at the top of the counter in awe. Sitting on top was a cookie jar. "We can't reach it, sissy," the younger blond said, her big blue eyes looking at her older sister in curiosity. "Yes, we can just shhh." Before the oldest could finish, the younger one pulled her behind the counter as a yellow light emitted from the father's office, and their mother came out with their father on her tail. "You can't do that; you can't split them apart; you can't take them from the boys, from me," the girls peered from behind the counter "I have too. I want them to be safe; I'm doing this for them.".
That night, the girls had snuck back up to their rooms with no cookies but sadness. Their parents never fought; they may have been young, but they knew something was wrong. "Sis, can you sleep with me tonight, please?" The oldest nodded. Her blue eyes met those of her sisters. "Of course I will. I'm your older sister. I'll always protect you," the youngest huffed, "by 2 minutes." The oldest of the young pair ignored that and tucked herself and her sister in "Good night, sis." The youngest didn't reply, already asleep.
That morning, the blond-haired girl awoke She rubbed her eyes softly with little balled fits and yawned. Looking around, she huffed and got off her bed. She had gone to her sister's room, which was joined by a hallway, but it was empty. Pouting, she went to the stairs and walked down carefully. Before the child could make it to the bottom, yelling and crying, the young one stopped and then quietly went down quickly, 'whats wrong? , what if sissy's hurt? , dada? , mama?' she had gotten to the bottom, and there stood her parents and her older sister in her mothers arms.
"No, I'm taking her," the man said, shaking his head. "But what about the boys? What about Sarah?" The woman's eyes softened. "The boys will be strong, like there father, and Sarah will do well. I believe in her; she's strong." With that, the woman turned and left with her bags and Savanna Mendoza in her arms. But she also left with a part of every Mendoza's heart, except for Sarah's. She left with Sarah's whole heart.
Over the years Sarah grew up, she never spoke much. She seemed to lose touch with her brothers and even her father, even though they lived in the same house. Now it wasn't that her brothers didn't love her; even if they refused to talk to her, they blamed her for there mothers and sisters leaving and would take there anger out on her; it really wasn't her fault.
'Or was it' she thought as she looked into the mirror, seeing the same person she lost years ago.
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