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“Although it’s difficult today to see beyond the sorrow, may looking back in memory help comfort you tomorrow.”

— Unknown

Men and what doesn't belong to them

The price tag is at $30, too overpriced for a simple doll

The sky is pitch black by the time I leave the mall, my hands empty-handed and freezing

A breeze of air sends strands of hair onto my face

A buzz emerges from my back pocket

Where are you?

I turn off the screen, I can't be seen distracted, especially at night

It's like my mom's warnings are screeching against my ear

She tells me of men who hide in dark alleyways, biting like dogs at woman's feet

She reminds me of how my cousin was dragged by one of those dogs, how her eyes don't glow like they used to

She walked too much like a woman, that's why they caught her, she tells me

Because they can't blame her for her baggy clothing

But how do I tell her that my father is like those men?

Pulling her wherever he pleases, dressing her how he sees fit

It's as if the wedding certificate, buried inside a memory box, is the same thing as the receipt that's pushed by the wind

I walk briskly under the street lights, my heart beats loudly every time a car slows down

Even if I'm in the middle of a crowd, it'll only give me the illusion of safety

I wonder if my friend felt helpless, as my 4th grade teacher hugged her tightly, knowing everyone's eyes were on her

I heard of a story on the radio with my grandma once, of a woman who was sold as a child to a much older man

She sighed. Thank God, we aren't in that wretched country anymore.

I couldn't find it in me to tell her that this happens everywhere, even in the safety of a “first world country”

I look at his message one last time, knowing I'll never see his picture again

If you don't answer this time, I swear I'll ki—

I should have known that he was like every man, poor, rich, old, and young, with what doesn't belong to him

Ruth Awad, from “Let me be a lamb in a world that wants my lion”

Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings

“And no one will listen to us until we listen to ourselves.”

— Marianne Williamson

When I am being loved, I respond to it with love, too. When I'm being less taken care of or ignored, I give back the same energy. I'm a believer in equivalent exchange. And that's my way of giving justice to this so-called reciprocation.

V.J. Universe

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

“I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.”

— Robin Williams

“Forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.”

— Unknown

“I forgive people but that doesn’t mean I accept their behavior or trust them again. I forgive them for me, so I can let go and move on with my life.”

— Unknown

The hopes in her

heart fell asleep

when the pain

broke her dawn

and the blush

of the clouds

dissipated

into quicksand

as laughter died

on her lips while

her radiant colors

dimmed as she

closed her wings

in a cocoon of

bleeding silence

healing to

be reborn love

once more

praying only

for life

to kiss her

light once

again

-J.Wool, Light Once Again

📷 from Pinterest

Hijo Del Corazón

Ship: Camilo/Mirabel

Tags: Fluffy, Late Night Conversations, Implied Cousin Incest.

Warnings: Incest, Cousin Incest.

Synopsis: Little Oscar's two favorite people are his sister Mirabel and his cousin Camilo. And after a nightmare, it is logical for the boy to look for them.

Also posted on AO3

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 At the age of four, Oscar knew that one of his favorite people in the world was his sister Mirabel.

He knew very well that his mother was Julieta. She was the best mother in the world and made the best arepas in the universe... but she was not Mirabel. Mirabel, who knew how to give the best hugs and how to scare away the monsters that sometimes appeared under the bed or insisted on coming out of the closet. It was Mirabel who told him stories before going to sleep no matter how tired she was. It was she who came to his aid after a nightmare and let him sleep in her bed, no matter how much space he took up or how much he moved during the night. Mirabel was the one the boy turned to every time he got hurt, so that she could give him a little kiss on the bruise, which worked almost as well as his mother's arepas. He loved the fact that his older sister always had time for him, no matter how tired or busy she was. There was always time for a hug, kiss or conversation. She paid attention and spent time with him as if he was the most important person in the world at that moment. Mirabel was truly amazing.

He also knew that his other favorite person was his cousin Camilo.

Just as he knew that his mother was Juliet, he also knew that his father was Agustín, and that he was also a wonderful person... But he was not Camilo. Camilo, who in the summers took him fishing and never got angry, even when he talked too loud and scared the fish away. Camilo, who was teaching him to ride a bike and always encouraged him to try again, no matter how many times he fell. It was Camilo who had taught him how to tie his shoelaces, after attempts and attempts at disastrous knots. Mirabel could tell the best bedtime stories, but it was his cousin who made them real, acting out and transforming himself into each of the characters. Oscar wanted to be like Camilo when he grew up, a person who was always concerned about making others happy, and who wouldn't give up until he made you smile.

At the age of five Oscar got his gift. At first he did not understand very well how it worked. Every time the boy held someone's hands, he saw images, like a movie inside his head. They were scenes involving the person whose hands he was holding. Oscar did not yet know how to control what he saw, so the images were random.

They soon realized that the boy's gift was to see into the past, and when he started asking certain compromising questions to some people in the family (Mira, when did you have a baby? Why doesn't he live here with us?), they realized that they would have to do something so that Oscar would not be able to use his powers all the time. For the sake of the child himself, who sooner or later would end up seeing something inappropriate for his age, but also to spare the adults from other embarrassing situations.

The solution found was a pair of gloves. Little black gloves. As long as Oscar was wearing them his gift did not work. It was not a perfect solution, as the boy constantly forgot to put them on, but in time he would learn.

It was late at night, and that day Oscar could not sleep. He had forgotten to put on his gloves when he left home earlier that day, and ended up taking the hand of a man who helped him up from a fall. He didn't know the man, but he didn't like what he saw. The scene was chaotic, with screams, some people running, others being killed. It all lasted no more than five seconds, but it was enough to imprint those terrible images in the mind of the child, who now, every time he could sleep, had nightmares about what he had seen.

The third time he woke up crying and with his heart racing, he decided that he no longer wanted to sleep alone. He left his room, stopping first in front of his parents' room, but giving up just before knocking on the door, heading for Mirabel's room. Once there, he knocked on the door, as lightly as possible, and called softly for his sister. But there was no answer. He knocked again, but there was no answer. He then decided to open the door, only to see that the room was empty.

He didn't understand. Was Mirabel not there? But she was always there when he needed her. Where could she have gone?

He then went to his second option, Camilo. He knocked on the door again, and this time he got an answer. But it wasn't who he expected.

"Oscar? What happened honey?" - Mirabel answered in the middle of a yawn, stooping down to stand at the boy's height. - "Couldn't sleep?"

"You weren't in your room. Why weren't you in your room? I was scared, I thought you were gone." - He began to cry again.

"Shhh, it's ok, I'm here now, aren't I? Sometimes I don't like to sleep alone too."

She noticed that Oscar was without his gloves and was careful not to touch the boy's hands as she picked him up and carried him into the room. She then laid him down on the bed, between her and Camilo, who had woken up with the noise.

"What happened?" - Camilo asked.

Mirabel shrugged lightly, she didn't know either.

"I had bad dreams..." - Oscar replied, snuggling into Mirabel, who hugged him.

"It's all right now. They were just dreams, no one can hurt you here."

Camilo moved a little closer to the two, stroking Oscar's curly hair. The three of them stayed like that for a while, Camilo and Mirabel even believed that Oscar had managed to sleep. Until...

"Mira... can you sing me a song?" - The boy asked, now calmer.

"A song? Which one do you want?"

"Any one."

She thought for a moment, and finally began, in a sweet, soft voice:

Hijo del corazón Deja ya de llorar Junto a ti yo voy a estar y nunca más te han de hacer mal

Tus ojitos de luz El llanto no ha de nublar Ven mi amor nadie nos ha de separar Si te vieran como yo Te darían su calor

Oscar yawned, he could barely keep his eyes open.

Todo aquel que te hizo a ti llorar Te tendría ahora entre sus brazos Hijo mío, mi amor No me importa el sufrir Cómo un sol, tu me das luz y das calor a mi vivir

Mirabel ran her hand through the boy's hair and kissed those auburn curls she loved so much.

Todo aquel que te hizo a ti llorar Te tendría ahora entre sus brazos

Hijo mío, mi amor No me importa el sufrir Cómo un sol, tu me das luz y das calor a mi vivir

Mirabel finished the song. Almost sleeping, little Oscar, nestled in his sister's arms, whispered, before finally falling asleep:

"I wish you were my parents..."

Mirabel and Camilo looked at each other, a little surprised by the boy's speech.

"Sometimes I think he knows more than he lets on. - Camilo said, also almost asleep.

"Who knows?"

Camilo didn't answer, fixing his gaze on the boy his cousin was hugging, at the same time lightly caressing Mirabel's face. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Camilo kissed her cheek lightly, said good night, and closed his eyes, only to open them the next morning.

Mirabel stayed awake for a little more time, smelling the childish scent that her "brother's" hair exhaled, until she finally fell asleep, with a tiny smile in her lips.

Mt Everest Chapter One: beautiful people

“I hope you fall in love with someone who never lets you fall asleep thinking you’re unwanted.”

— Unknown

Ruth Awad, from “Reasons To Live”

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Other Wound”

Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Cutting Odette’s Fingernails”

“Because when something happens, she’s the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.”

— Every Day, David Levithan

“If it’s still in your mind, it is still in your heart.”

— Paulo Coelho

“It’s weird to feel someone’s attention on you that way, like you’re the only thing in the world they’re listening to. Most of the time people are distracted, or just thinking about what they’re going to say next.”

— Lilith Saintcrow, Jealousy

there is only one of everything, margaret atwood

the thing is, ellen bass

“Never say goodbye because saying goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.”

— Peter Pan

“Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.”

— I’ll Give You The Sun (Jandy Nelson)

“If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.”

— Lemony Snicket

“To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.”

— Ernest Hemingway

“I always look well when I’m near death.”

— Marguerite Gautier