Ingrid Rodríguez
A 20-year-old girl who knows almost to nothing of the outside world. Her strict parents made her see what they wanted her to see. They wanted her away from the outside world so much that they put her in online school throughout her...
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"She always has a smile, from morning to the night The perfect poster child, that was once in my life A doll made out of glass, all her friends think that she's great But I can see through it all, and she's about to break"
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Ingrid's POV
I walked into my home, and once I closed the door, I leaned back against it. I sighed as I closed my eyes. I have never, in person, seen a man who looked like that. Every man I knew had zero tattoos. He was so different, so unique. He wasn't much of a talker like myself, and I could tell he liked to keep to himself mostly. And his smell.. oh how I wish I could've taken his hoodie.
My eyes opened quickly as I finally realized what I was saying in my head. What has gotten into me? If my mother or father heard me say anything of that nature, I could consider the outside world gone. I yelped when the living room lamp turned on, and I made eye contact with my Abuelita who was sitting with her homemade crochet quilt sitting in her lap.
" Parece que te divertiste... " (Looks like you had fun...) I gulped softly as I approached the couch.
" Quince minutos tarde ¿Que pasó? "(Fifteen minutes late. What happened?)
" Las chicas querían detenerse en algún lugar por un tiempo. Les pedí que me llevaran a casa, pero estaban demasiado ocupados. "(The girls wanted to stop somewhere for a while. I asked them to take me home, but they were too busy.) She sighed and waved me off.
" Te dejaré descolgado. Tenga suerte de que sus padres no estén aquí. "(I'll let you off the hook. Be lucky your parents aren't here.) She rolled her eyes, and I laughed softly. My parents are strict, and they don't want me to do anything that they disapprove of. My Abuelita tells me they're like this because they just want the best for me in the future, but even she thinks they've gone overboard. There would be times when I ask to just go to the park for a few minutes, and they wouldn't let me.
Sometimes I want to tell them that I'm twenty years old, but that would be a death wish. My Abuela doesn't like how they treat me and trust me. She does not keep it a secret. She will start a whole argument with them, and when they won't let up, she'll just let me leave. I was never brought up to disobey them or any elders. So when my parents tell me I can't go, my Abuela eventually tells me I can... which in my mind isn't really disobeying. It's just listening to the next command. I don't enjoy listening to them fight so sometimes I don't even bother.
