PART ONE:
"Left in Mexico at age of 12 to only get traffic out to a family who need a nanny, maid and husband needed a ...... well I made it out to only land in Texas at 17 into arms of a woman who thinks am her missing daughter to only have her rip...
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Unknown POV
•SIX YEARS LATER•
UNKNOWN
"Once upon a time, there was a Queen with long beautiful raven pitch black hair as the night. A smile reminding of heavens sky, so bright it as if you were staring right into gods eyes. Her skin so soft the Pleasants' blink their eyes only noticing her skin mock a porcelain doll. God himself was proud of the woman he created but the devil himself vainly possessively loved her he gave her the only thing he had left-his heart. She held the only key to city in both heaven and hell. Her only purpose to sly monsters who invaded had kingdom. So, in order to save the undeserved souls she became the one everyone fear."
"Abuelo, what happened next?" Softy spoke a eager little boy with his big beautiful marble eyes, every night was the same. He always wanted to know what was next or how it ended but I never could. He pushed his raven black hair back out of anticipation but he knew just as many times I tuck them in was at the same place. "Shhh let him talk." Spoke the identical twin in girl version but the were night and day. He orange exotic tones give her a soft glow as if the sun favor her, but she's in control of her emotions while her brother reeked of warmth. She was born first demeaning her of demanding demeanor with a protective twist.
"I don't know, she disappears into night some say when sun lays down for the night just as the purples filled the sky and darkness peaks in corner that's where you see her slaying away. As the sun completely disappears Flames appear reminding the world she is not forgotten."
"Now sleep little ones."
I tuck in the two little ones kissing their cold foreheads goodnight, everything about them reminded me of her, sweet innocence. The reason I was still madly in love with the Muñeca.
I whisper into their ears, "one day little ones she'll be here."
