Midge's POV
I can't breathe. My long lost mother. My Santa Anna. His pimply face is a beacon of hope in my life. He is sixteen years old, but his soul is that of a forty year old woman. I scream at the top of my lungs. He recoils on the ground. Good ol' Santa Anna. The Entire Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton tramples onstage to see what happened. Begonia is on the phone. she is calling the doctor.
Groffson swoops me up in his strong arms and leaves me suspended over a universe of pimples. Body hair. Santa. Anna.
He is here.
Lin resuscitates him. He opens his pudding eyes and looks around. His hair is still curly. His eyes are still brown. He is tall as a giant. He is as tall as Lin. His tree-like body is a reminder of my childhood. Oh, how I wanted to climb on those limbs. Swing from those branches.
A memory blooms in my brain. I am young. We are young. I am unable to Velcro my shoes, which are hand-cobbled by Joffrey. Things used to be so different. Santa Anna leans over and stretches the Velcro across my feet. Slowly. Deliberately. Matronly.
I snap back to reality when I hear boyish shriek. "What's going on?" He says. I scurry to his side. "Oh, Hi, Midge. What's up?"
I can not stop crying. The tears flow, and they flow. Santa Anna looks up nervously. "You okay?" He asks.
My tears answer. They are of joy.
The Doctor's voice thunders through the theater. "Linny-Bo-Binny!" He calls. He voice is a stew of fustian. "Where's the patient?"
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Adopted by Lin Manuel Miranda
Teen FictionMidge Jorbyn is eleven years old, living with her evil foster dad Joffrey. Everything seems fine from the outside, but she walks to school with the lunch she packed. Nobody knows what she's holdin' back. Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday, sh...
