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Chapter 32- Fateful Day (Part 1)

WARNING: UPSETTING CONTENT
Bereavement, racism.

Elodie's clothes were flying around the room, landing on the floor, the bed, and one almost got caught on a lightbulb.

Elodie rushed into her room.
"Mamá!
¿Qué estás haciendo?"

Elodie's Mum sighed.
"¡Él me va a matar!"

"Who's going to kíll you?", questioned Elodie.

"My boss!", exclaimed her Mum.
"I put a dark blue box in your room by accident when I was cleaning. I didn't know it was his!"

"It's ok, Mamá...", said Elodie.
"I moved it on to my desk", she said.

Her Mum breathed a sigh of relief as Elodie picked it up from her desk. Her finger slipped, causing the box to crash to the ground.

The pair were on the floor the next second, frantically trying to pick up what looked like photos. One in particular caught Elodie's eye.

It was a picture of a man cradling a little baby in his arms. He had the biggest smile on his face. A sad smile appeared on Elodie's face as she thought back to her own father.

Her Mum placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Come on, hija. Let's tidy up."

Elodie did as she was told, but her mind was still on her father, even after her Mum had left.

________ ELODIE'S P.O.V ________

I don't remember a time my Dad wasn't telling cheesy jokes. Do you know those corny jokes middle aged men with atleast one child always say?

Dad jokes?

Yeah, God invented them specially for my Dad.

Or, Gods. Or a spiritual being. Or a higher power in general. Or a power typically used to create solidarity between a community- or one that causes a certain group to be hated.

Whatever you believe in.

I've always tried to be accepting of other people's beliefs and ways of existing, really.
My Mamá is an immigrant from Colombia, and my Papá's parents are from Ecuador.

They moved around a lot, before I was born. They finally settled down in Moorside, the only place that didn't immediately label my parents as gang members.

That's pretty sad, right?

Not that people here are super accepting.
They still get ab*se hurled at them, but it's calmed down over the years.

One incident is still engraved into my mind. It involves Maya and her family, actually.

Maya and I walked down the street after finishing up in the school library.

"No, I'm telling you, the food was so bad!", I said.
"She said she was a spice lover, but it was like biting into a foot."

Maya burst out laughing. Her laugh, and her smile, always seemed to cheer me up. She was an all or nothing kind of girl. If she was trying to fake being mad at you, her face would betray her.