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June 11th, 1974

Magnolia was not what her parents had expected. The stork must've been playing some cruel joke to give them the complete opposite of the well-mannered, well-behaved child they had hoped for. Then again, they likely would have gotten that child had Bobby worked fewer hours and Giovana spent less time with her eyes glued to the television. For the first seven years of her life, Magnolia had grown up with nothing but her dolls and her imagination. She didn't experience the luxuries of a Christmas tree overflowing with presents, or dressing up and going trick-or-treating, or even the chocolate cake with pink frosting flowers she had begged for on her birthday.

One could make the excuse that her parents just couldn't afford all of these nice things. But, one could also argue they just didn't care enough.

It was a Tuesday night, like any other, in the small house that could barely fit its three occupants. Bobby was gone working. Giovana was in the bedroom, where the sound of shuffling traveled through the thin walls every so often. In her room, Magnolia, sat in front of her dolls, grabbing one after another, bobbing them up and down to the storyline in her head. With the sound of her mother's bedroom door opening, Magnolia let her eyes travel to the image of Giovana Meireles holding a deep brown briefcase. Magnolia went on staring, her eyes following her mother's movements towards the front door. Giovana grabbed the handle, but before she twisted it, she turned to face her daughter's curious eyes. For a brief moment, they stared, not one daring to say a word, until Giovana finally turned and walked swiftly out the door. Had she glanced back for a second time, she might've noticed Magnolia's face crumple and her eyes filled with tears.



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ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ!

ꜰᴜɴ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ: ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ɪ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ... ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴍᴀɢɢɪᴇ'ꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ. ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ. ɪ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴡᴇᴘᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ. ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ. ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ɪᴛ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ, ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜱᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴄᴀʟɪꜰᴏʀɴɪᴀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ. ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ɪᴛ!!


ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ!!!

ₙₑₓₜ ₚₐᵣₜ: ₁₁/₁₄/₂₄


𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎,

𝐵𝑒𝒶





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