Las Calles

This is a work of fiction. Any reference of real places,people theme,etc is pure coincidence.

"Señor, no soy digno de que entres en mi casa, pero una palabra tuya bastará para sanar mi alma."

As a baby, my first words weren't expected to be the typical "Mama" or "Dada." Instead, they were supposed to be this simple prayer.

My Father made sure I heard it everywhere - sung, read, written,whispered and even painted - all so I'd remember it.

At the time, I didn't get why.

But now, as I stroll through these streets every night, every word sinks deeper into my soul.

Reader discretion:
This story is not for people under the age of 18. If has gruesome details of rape,abuse,crime,mentions of self harm,assault and many others.
Be warned.

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