𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚...

𝑰𝒎 𝑨𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂

    Im Adora was born in Mexico with my mom and dad, my mom is Mexican but my dad is black. I loved animals, flowers and most of all the harp. The story of how they met was weirdly crazy. We were always a happy family, nothing broke us apart... My friend Madilene and I have been childhood best friends, she's helped me through so many difficult times. 

Our relationship is like no other, I loved my mom, she's the sweetest human being you'll ever meet, it's almost impossible to piss her off unless you eat her favorite pastry, the 'Dulce de leche.' I remember eating them all in one sitting with my pa and she screamed at us for almost a week.

I was closest with my pa, every time he got home from work he brought me and ma flowers, our favorite, Dahlias. He taught me everything, but what made my heart melt more was our walks. We walked for hours exploring, we loved nature, and we loved counting and picking up new things we found.

One perfect day, the sun was beaming and everyone was happy. I had told my mom and dad I wanted a pound for all the small animals that roam in our yard. They looked so happy, it was the only time I saw my mom turning red from laughter.

"Mama tell me how you and Papa met!" I said.

"Alright, my little Dahlia." She said, I never got tired of hearing this story, I hoped I had met someone just as amazing as my dad. 

"It was the day of Cinco de Mayo, I was going shopping for fruits and sweets and to make my famous creamy shells and beef to make for my friend, but back then I wasn't so nice. I was more aggressive, all I had left was tomato sauce, and luckily they had one last jar. When I grabbed it, I headed towards the counter to pay, an early firework had gone off by mistake and shocked your father, he had flinched causing him to fall backward, and he crashed into my tomato sauce!" Said my mom. 

"¡Ah! ¡Pequeña mierda, ese fue el último frasco de salsa, tonto!" Said my mom. (Translation : Ah! You little shit, that was the last jar of sauce you fool!) "¡Lo siento señorita!" 

(Translation: Im sorry miss!") 

"Mira por dónde vas, intellectual." 

(Translation: Watch where you're going you, egghead.)

 "Im sorry, I am not fluent in Spanish, I only know a little." He said scratching his head. She rolled her eyes looking at the mess on the floor trying to wave over someone to clean it up. "I can't believe I won't be able to make this meal," she said shaking her head.

Your father really did feel bad, after yelling at him and scolding him, he mentioned he can 2 jars at his house, and he gave them to me, though I hated his guts at first I ended up inviting him to dinner. I loved that moment, but not the day. 

As a kid, I never thought about the money issues they had, they always got me what I wanted, well forms of it. like drawings for figures made of wood. I loved it just as much as the real thing. They always taught me to be grateful, and for that, I love who I am today.

He got into some trouble with his 'friend', he was asking for money for months without paying him back, and each month had gotten work. He'd start coming home with bruises and scars on him, he always made it seem like he was okay and rushed it off saying it was him working hard at work.

"¡Ey, será mejor que tengas mi dinero Fez!" The man said, "Im sorry man, just give me another month, after this paycheck I promise my friend I'll have it all." My heart dropped, I knew something was wrong, suddenly everything felt off, my mom had grabbed me. "My dahlia go inside now!"

(Translation: You better have my money Fez!)

I slowly walked past my dad looking at the man who was yelling in front of our house, everything was so quick. The man had quickly pulled out a gun waving it in his direction. I couldn't move, I wanted to do something. 

"El mes que viene, dame unos meses, estoy endeudado por tu culpa, mi vida está arruinada por tu culpa. Pagarás por esto." The man said mocking my dads actions and words.

(Translation: Next month, give me a few months, this was your last chance, you will pay for what you did, and my life will be ruined because of you. You'll pay for this.)

"Dahlia run!" Im sorry Mom, I can't, my legs won't move. In the middle of my thoughts, three loud bangs echoed through my ears. I saw my dad fall as the man continued to yell now shooting into the air, it felt as if time went by slowly.

With my mom's horrified face, my heart sank. The man then drove off into a black SUV everything was gone. Since it was Cinco De Mayo the police were heavy on guarding for the festivals. It was five minutes before they actually got here, and four minutes before the ambulance arrived. 

I was inside, my mom was talking to the police, and there was a woman who was trying to talk to me, an officer, she was telling me everything was going to be alright. I didn't focus on her, I barely heard her, I only heard bangs, screams, and sirens. 

I ran into my room closing behind me, I felt as if my heart was falling into a void. I was sinking, I was shaking, crying, I was in pain. There it was, my first panic attack, it only took a few seconds for my mom to rush in, I couldn't help it. How bad it hurt, how horrible it was seeing them covering him in a body bag.

After almost an hour, I calmed down, but I was still hurt. The police left and told them to come into the hospital the next week for some reason, my mom and I had slept together for two months since dad died, and the necklace he gave me, hadn't taken off in almost 3 weeks.

Now, Im trying my hardest to find the fucker who killed my father, Im Adora and this is my story.