La Muñeca

Part 2• lV

•Song: El Sol Que Tu Eres -Linda Ronstadt•

Mia Pov

I was left to fend for myself as long as I remember no affection, no love nothing but coldness. Since as long I can remember it has been grind into my head I was destined for greatest but never told what. They mention 'you come from a strong bloodline and can be shown with those eyes,' my eyes! I hate them, look at the mirror there are no words to describe the color.
There are different, not that I can compare to other children since I was shooed away raised by nuns. I was educated by nuns who taught the word of god, when to be silent- which meant all the time!
The silence was my best friend, she's all I knew. The only escape I had as a child was endless of books I found in the basement.
I was consist lock inside for my rebellious outbursts and reminded me of my weakness which I was told was my mouth.

It was until I was six where I was learned how to use my silence as a weapon. A monk from South Africa came to show me the rules of combat if I thought the nuns were mean it was nothing compare to lashes I received from him. I would go without food to teach me a lesson about pain with he's thick African accents he always said the same thing, "If silence is your best friend then pain and agony is your mate for life."

I was only six when I was taught rules of combat, he would intently get my mad into the point I'm crying but then he would lay a slap across the face to the moment that if I show emotion. I learn rapidly how to deal with emotions with a couple days I start to learn about combat how to defend myself. If I didn't learn within a day I got lashings on my back. He said I was the quickness to learn that any other child he ever met.
Yea, just thinking of the whip made my body feel the lash on my back all over again. I learn rules about combat and enemies but I couldn't wrap my mind, that there had to be more?
The proof I had to that was the older man who appears frequently out nowhere asking me random questions, he smelt like a mix of spices and lavender.
In an odd way, I found him to be comforting something about him seem well liked and there were times I couldn't stop staring at his beautiful silver cross cover in red stones.

"Luz are they treating you right?" he never called me Mia just Luz and every time he came I lied, just nod with silence. He always came with chocolates and a smile with the same sentence that came with it, "She will be here soon." I always wonder who she was. My whole life was full of questions with no answers.
It was until I turn seven and broken into the person I was trained to be. That's when I saw her!

She was gorgeous, long wavy black hair that matches the darkness where I spend a lot of my nights, her skin wasn't pale like mine, it was beautiful tan a slight orange that only came when the sun touch her skin. Those eyes piercing inside of me, big almond shape with a mix of browns and greens a tiny hint of what mine look. I wanted to cry as she got closer but I can feel my body tense taking me back to get lashes on my back as a reminder to never cry.
When she smiled, my world lit up but I didn't run to her but she did. She ran to me as her life depended on it. She needs me as much as I need her. I knew she was mine, mmmine mother.
She cups my face with both hands with tears falling from her face, she was on her knees not caring about the expensive clothing that covers her body she dresses nothing like the nuns.

Feet away stood two men and a child not too much taller than me, he had long light brown hair that reaches his shoulder which made me look at him sideways, 'Was he a boy or a girl?' He was the split of the image of the man holding his hand, showing him the affection of what I was lacking. The man who stood next looking around with black cloths reminds me of the fathers came and preach expect he's body stood tall and was a lot bigger than I've ever seen anyone.
Not once did he look at me but when he would look at the woman holding me with a tiny smile appear with a tiny sparkle in his eye instant I knew he cares for her, "Time to go," were the words that he spoke.
My feet planted on the ground, I didn't move as she pulled my hand as I stood.
"No, you're coming home with me."
I look back to see Sister Patricia, she just nods with the agreement. The exchanging of holding hand was foreign to me and tried to losing my fingers as she those warm eyes and small smile look at my face.
After my mother spoke she exchange sits with long hair child, happily jumping into the seat next to me, confused at his childlike behavior, a behavior that was beaten out of me.

"Hi, I'm Joaquin. You're my baby sister, I've been dreaming about this day my whole life. I will always protect you."
Since that day we have been inseparable.