• "Mama, I do not wish a birthday party it is not important and our hosue will be filled with people i do not like", I said "I see no reason why it is so important to you, it happens all the same every year". "Mi hija, I will not let your papa down and besides you get lots of presents that you will love". Just than papa came in face big with excitment, "Por que parece tan triste mi hija, your speacial day is coming you should not let it get you sad", Papa said frowning. I said nothing and turned away. I went to the garden and picked roses for mama's pertty vase, she always liked the color of them. They were blood red with pinkish spots just the way mama discribed me, pertty and always free to express myself. "Ouch!", I said "Oh no, an angry thorn cut me, bad luck!". Mama called me in and told me to set the table for dinner. "Mama, where is papa?", i asked "He is out buying somehting for you mi hija perhaps for your speacial day", she replied with a smile on her face. "I do not want a present or a birthday party and i do not care if papa gets hurt with the choice i make beacuse it is my speacial day i get to do what i want!", I yelled wishing i never had said that. "No dicen que siempre joven!", my mother yelled slaming the plate onto the table. I quickly changed the subject, "Mama why is papa not here yet?", I asked "I don't know mi hija, i better call myyour papa's brothers to find him". Papa's brothers were greedy and rude in every way they try to have power and wealth no matter what it takes. Not long latter the two brothers came back with soemthing or what looked like someone sleeping in the back seat of the car, it was my father. I ran to the seat of the car touching papa, his face was cold he had scars on his face and a... wound on his cheast. My words were weaked by the fear that had taken my voice as if i am now expericing death itself, my words soon turned into tears of anger and sadness. Never have i thought anything would happen to papa, i cried my heart out when i saw mama fainted i ran to her hoping she is still with me. I flet her cheast but nothing her heart dropped.. nothing it was as slicent as a night sky with no sound. My heart were crushed so badly i didn't move knowing that my parents had died. When i got my voice back i said softly still over powered my sadness, "What...what.. happened, my papa never did anything wrong.. why dose this happen..why dose mama have to go too.... why must i still be here all alone?". The two evil brothers took my hand, "Va a estar bien, do not cry", one of them said. Few days later my grandmother came and stayed with me, we were like uvas having much luck. I wanted to foret that my speacial day was tommorow the worst thing she could ever recived for this birthday. "Abulea, why do people do such things?" "Do they love seeing peoples loved onces get hurt?", i asked "No se les ensena con bajos modales, they will get no where in life." I couldn't sleep thta night still thinking what it would be like without mama and papa being there on her speacial, i wake up from grandmothers crying or she wakes up from my crying. That night we both slept and never let go. Moring came the sky was misty repersenting my sadness. I was offered to open the presents when the party came, i looked throu manny presents but only deisred for two. Two very speical onces. I quickly opened papa's first it was a beautiful doll i always wanted it had white pearls for a necklace and pink dress that shown brillantly. Next was mama's, inside was a dress she nade for me it was very much like the dolls' but it has a rose pattern sew into the dress. I ran into my room and cried on the bed holding papas' dool in the rite hand and mamas' dress in the left knowing it was the lastpresent they will ever give her..

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