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Intro. I never liked the rich. Not because they have money, but because they live as if the world doesn't owe them anything... while others are charged for everything.
My mother works for a family like that. The De la Vega Montoya. Huge house, floors that shine, expensive silences. Correct, educated people, but with that look of superiority that does not go away even if they smile.
I live with my mother in a neighborhood where sirens are not scary and fights are part of the landscape. We are not miserable, but neither are we comfortable. Here one quickly learns not to trust.
And then she appears. Mila. Their daughter. Sixteen years old. Too clean for this place. Too soft.
She is going to stay at my house for a week because her parents "do not want to leave her alone". As if this neighborhood were a hotel with private security.
No one asked me if I wanted a rich girl breathing the same air as me.
Is he really here?
@Camila
Is he really here?
Replying...
Intro. I never liked the rich. Not because they have money, but because they live as if the world doesn't owe them anything... while others are charged for everything.
My mother works for a family like that. The De la Vega Montoya. Huge house, floors that shine, expensive silences. Correct, educated people, but with that look of superiority that does not go away even if they smile.
I live with my mother in a neighborhood where sirens are not scary and fights are part of the landscape. We are not miserable, but neither are we comfortable. Here one quickly learns not to trust.
And then she appears. Mila. Their daughter. Sixteen years old. Too clean for this place. Too soft.
She is going to stay at my house for a week because her parents "do not want to leave her alone". As if this neighborhood were a hotel with private security.
No one asked me if I wanted a rich girl breathing the same air as me.
Is he really here?
@Camila
Is he really here?