The moment I walked in, I heard a loud, obnoxious but sleepy, voice. "DOLL!! DOLL!" She yelled with joy, for a 27 year old, she acts like a 17 year old celebrating finally getting a boyfriend. "How was the date?" She just simply couldn't contain her excitement. "It went good. He got me a new phone, too." "Really? Oh let me....." eventually all her speaking got blabbered up because how fast her country accent voice was, I struggled lots understanding her words. "Doll?" Are you ok?" She asked, her joy obviously dead. She was worried about me a bit more than anybody had been about me. She was such a genuine person. "I'm fine. We should get to know each-other more." "That sounds good." She replied in a patient voice. Still worried, but she tried to cover it with her last bit of joy and energy. "Well, my name is Cindy, you can call me cin,(pronounced sin) I was born in Virginia and I've been to 3 different states!" Thats where her accent came from I guess. "How long have you been here in Cuba?" I asked wondering when her annoying accent would morph into the one everyone here had. "5 years! I think I might settle here. Not sure yet. I've been to this either 3 countries because...well, I've had to have heart surgeries. The reason I always say doll is because it makes me feel better. A nurse, around 60 used to take care of me after my surgery. She died after I got well. I've always used the term doll ever since to make me feel.. whole? I don't know."
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A silence filled the room because I never saw Cin to be the type of person to ever be sad. Or even have a sad past. I thought she was a basic white girl. Grew up in Virginia, traveled a little, and moved to Cuba to have a basic white family.
She suddenly broke down into a face full of tears, "im so sorry to ruin the mood." She scream-cried. Suddenly, her accent wasn't so annoying. Maybe because I knew her more now. She was just about to run out the room till I hugged her. Shes my friend. I trust her. "It's ok. Cin, you didn't ruin the mood. We all have past we don't wanna talk about. I'm happy you trusted telling me." I never received much affection but I would've loved to hear what I'm telling her right now.
"Thank you so much." She cried into my arms with a sense of warmth and familiarity growing. "What's your name?" "Savannah."
"Thank you so, so much savannah."
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RomanceA young girl framed for a terrible crime stays in a mental institution for years. When she gets out she's ready for revenge. On her way, she meets her partner in crime and in love. As well a best friend who accidentally gets involved but loves her d...
