Mafia's Daughter

Edvige

we had everything ready, doctors say she's doing really well, for someone who had just experienced trauma like she did. we're bringing her home this morning, where he'll be recovering at home, with her family, a.k.a. us.

i had been spending most of the past few days at the hospital with Tay, making sure she gets everything and anything she asks for. once recovered she's going to be going to school, the  same one i went too where teachers don't take any shit when it comes to harassment. i walked down the hall of the hospital to gt myself a cup of coffee to start the morning. 

as i waked back into her room, i noticed her with the hook and yarn in her hand. she's made so much progress on it in just four days. it looks like a blanket, maybe? as the nurse Molly explained it it was a "self striping yarn" and she had a natural talent for it. when she asked i went to a craft store and bought two different colors of the kind she asked for, having only the label to go off of.

"how'd you sleep Tay?" i asked walking up. 

"okay." she responded. i'm not always sure she sleeps well here, as when i wake up he's usually already up, working on drawings, handwriting, her crochet. I've help teach her simple multiplication, as it seemed she had addition and subtraction in the bag.

"you can come back home today," i say with a smile.

she smiles back excitedly, i know she hates the hospital.

"when?" 

"in an hour or so, so i'll pack everything up." i tell her as i put all her scattered drawings in her medical folder, just to keep them from bending. i then pack her spelling sheets, and colored pencils, i don't think she'll let me pack her yarn just yet.

"you hungry?" i ask. she never says when she's hungry, i thin it's still that street kid mindset, that she shouldn't ask for more then she's given, it's shitty that, thats the case.

"yeah." she says.

"but it can wait till we're  home, i want breakfast there!" she said a bit nervously. she asked or something? yeah! she did!

"we can do that kiddo." i say with a happy grin. 

just then Grandfather walks in with Frank.

"hello Tesoro!" he says happily. Taylor sits up with a small grunt at her surgery wound

"hey." she responds.

"we're going to sign some papers, then we can get you out!" Frank chimes in,before they walk out to talk to the doctor. 

it w as now just me and Tay

"how do you feel about school?" i ask her.

"i still got a lot to learn..." she chuckles nervously.

"you'll start out with a tutor, they'll help you learn up to your grade, the you  can go to normal classes." i reassured her

"okay, just... reading alone is hard! i love learning it, but it's different from the learning I've done before, i usually learn hands on."

"well it's a god thing that this school has a lot of workshops for stuff like that" 

"okay! papers are signed! let's blow this Popsicle stand!" rank exclaims, walking in with the paperwork and a wheel chair.

"ugghh back to he chair..." she whines but lets home help her into it all the same. 

it was a miracle that the bullet didn't damage any organs, and really just hit her appendix, which they removed. we got  her out to the car and within thirty minutes, were back to he house.

we got her onto the couch where she said she wanted to watch a movie with Castro and Carlos, so we left her be with them, i know they won't hurt her. 

after about thirty minutes i went to tell them that breakfast was ready, and... let's just say that i never knew so much yarn existed.