The love we take and give

Cap 4

Cap 4

Age:20

Height: 1,73m

Skin tone: Tan

Hair colour: Black

Eye colour: Hazel

Education: College  (online)

Profession: Barista/Chef

Favourite Color: Navy blue

Favourite Food: Pasta

Favourite Activity: Cooking
 
Favourite Music genre: Everything from Jazz to Pop

I re-read the page multiple times, then sending it before I changed my mind over the whole thing. When the email was sent they transferred me to a therapist. Where we talked for 30 minutes. In all honesty that was the most awkward 30 minutes of my life. The middle age women staring at me in a repulsive way just made it all worse. It felt like she was about to insult me the moment I said goodbye. Even after vaguely talking about my parents' deaths the disrespect that woman was showing, made me almost call her names not even my folks would be proud of. She told me it was for safety reasons for example so that a psycho doesn't enter. I understood their reasoning, but how could 30 min be enough time?

- Kat?

My brother was standing outside my door, looking like he was asking for permission to enter. I smiled and tapped on the bed where l was sitting. He smiled back and say down beside me. He looked like he had a lot of thoughts in his head.

"So you entered?" He finally spoke. Something that people needed to know about my little brother was that he needed time. Time to collect his thoughts and have the space to talk. I nodded my head and I saw him stiff slightly. The movement made me hug him. José might have been a teenager but he would always be my baby brother.

" The chances of me getting in are very slim José, no need to worry." I tried to assure him. But when I looked him in the eyes I saw the scared boy that I had seen far too many times. The one I protected from the outside world when our parents died.
"But there's still a chance," he said it more like a statement. He had lost too many for his age. First Abuelo, then our parents and now Sebastián. He wasn't dead, but he wasn't with us. We had to work after their deaths, I studied online instead and Sebastián went to the military. Looking closer at my brother that I was hugging I saw the resemblance between the two. José, at the age of 15 was starting to resemble more like Sebastián as the days went by. They both looked more like my father with the dark brown hair, brown eyes and tanned skin. Meanwhile, José's eyes were a little lighter than Seb's. I was the shortest out of all of them, but in no means was I short. Being 10 cm shorter than didn't do much.

I, on the other hand, had the ascetics of my mother, Linda. She had hazel eyes and wavy brown hair. Her figure was different from mine though, contrary to me she was petite. But still had curves. I just felt plain when comparing myself to her. My lovely mother had the kindest heart and the wittiest of minds. It was one of the reasons my father fell in love with her. She was the life of the party. Got along with most people and was adorned by all. I suppose that those genes got transferred to Seb, he had always been the popular guy, having girls crushing him and guys wanting to be him. But by the end of the day, he was still the humble, funny brother of mine.

After sitting with José and talking for what felt like hours I told him the go to sleep. I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water when my Abuela almost scared the living lights out of me.

"Mierda!" I whispered yelled as I held my hands to my heart. I saw my grandmother give me an amused look, but none the less said, " Tu lengua, mi Amor!" She scolded me for cursing. My Abuela, Alma, didn't want us to curse but at times she did the same. So she let it slip. Abuela was very chill about a lot of things. So was my parents.

I looked closer at her and saw that she was holding the family tablet in hand. I asked her what she was doing and responded with a teasing smile and said, " I want to know what type of family you are going to get married to, Hija. And none the less the boy." I felt my face turn warm and I mumble something uncomprehensive. I did what I came here to do and kissed her good night.
I loved her so much, but at times she was just annoying and teasing. But it was in her nature to do so.

As I got ready for bed, I started to think about the unforgiving question.

What if I made it, what would happen?

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