La Muñeca

Part 2 • XXIII

•Song; Glorious- Macklemore ft. Sylar•

One month later

I am a man of God but doesn't mean I'm not human with emotions, freedom to make fleshy mistakes and God knows I have. Redemption is never an easy task. First, you have realized your mistakes, ask God for pardon, then try to correct your mistake.
When dominate female came into my Life and to my little pueblo, people were scared but with time she places money into the church and the people.
As much I wanted to run from her blood money, I knew my people needed it. I pray and pray for forgiveness but mostly I pray for her soul, I saw her heart and her soul. She was lost and hurt; full of pain – heartaches.
When my eyes finally realize she was the same little girl that came in shaking in fear all so many moons ago, I knew something changed her.
But I also knew Ms. Montemayor was a heartbroken mother who lost her daughter to drugs. She came in every day like clock working confessing her sins of possibly not loving her daughter hard enough which is merrily impossible it's just some people chose to live in the dark side. When this broken girl came in pretending to be Roberta I wanted to tell her 'that's not your daughter,' but something or holy sprint said stop.
I did, I saw both of them bloom with happiness until the wretch day a woman came and took her from her embrace. Once again she was left heartbroken but this time she used her ache to save little girls just like Frida or Grace whatever she calls herself.
To the underground world, she is THE MUÑECA to me and lord she was just a lost vessel.

Now she was here at my door after all these years asking me to save her soul.

"Mija, I can't save your soul, only lord himself but we can pray together."

We did, we pray until we can longer pray, she stuck around learning the word of god. As the days progress she went from cold to warm, volunteering at our church and orphanage. She smiles more and more with each day passing. I can see the light change within her, she no longer dresses in dark power suits, more soft warm colors but I knew he still haunts her mind.
Luke
He was completely different than her, followed his heart with god by his side but he loves her no matter what. He wanted to be the one to change her but I always told him no one can change someone, it's in god will and timing. She'll change when the time is ready and when she's ready.
I spot Gracie with a journal sitting under a tree, Texas falls had its perks with warm winds and sun wasn't as trenches with its heat.
"Mija, Que haces?"
(Daughter, what are you doing?)

"Nada, no mas escribiendo."
( Just writing)

"Mija, if you want to go to him, do it. I know his in Mozambique, just tell him what your heart says."

She lets go of a small smile gets up running into the church, she had a sweet innocence to her now. I think the woman she was always supposed to be is her now.

Not Queen pin, not a doll for Henry, not even death for the Elite; this right here, right now helping those in need with a warm heart.