27do09 replied to your post: DO YOU WANT TO READ THE STORY I NEED T...
Simm! What are you writing about?
beckendorph replied to your post: DO YOU WANT TO READ THE STORY I NEED T...
hey bae whats up what are u writing???
quiversarrow replied to your post: DO YOU WANT TO READ THE STORY I NEED T...
sure!
okayyyyy! :DD we are 6 people so each one of us is one character and we need to write the story in our POV
i am nicos mexican mom, me and my husband 'stole' him for his real parents (we worked for them). now nico ran away form mexic and went back to the usa, and he is working for his real father without knowing he is his son
i know that kinda really stereotypical but i didnt come up with the story so :c
heres a bit of the story, i have one page and a half here tho
Today, 26 years ago, I was leaving the USA with my husband and our child, Nico. After working for Mrs. and Mr. Johnson for 5 years, I missed my Mexico and my family. All the struggle of illegally migrating was useless, because we ended up working for two heartless people.
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During almost 4 years of hard and underpaid work for the Johnsons, I deeply regretted leaving Monterrey. But then, Mrs. Johnson got pregnant, and things only got worse. She was already very picky and demanding, but after the “good” news, she became even more meticulous, and Mr. Johnson became even more submitted to her. Her words were the rules on that house for 9 torturing months. When the baby was born, Pablo and I thought we’d finally get some rest. I guess we were wrong.
On the first weeks after Nicolas arrived, the Johnsons received thousands of visits every day, which meant more work for me. Pablo had to drive Mr. Johnson to all his meetings while I had to clean the house over and over again: “Marcia, the baby can’t sleep on this dirty room!” Mrs. Johnson would go out with her friends, work out on the gym or go shopping, and leave Nicolas with me the whole day, because they were too stingy to pay a babysitter. And that was how I got attached to Nico, my sweet Nico. He had nothing to do with his parents, he was an adorable baby.
I couldn’t and I wouldn’t watch that naïve baby grow up and become a monster like his parents. So I decided to leave. Go back to Mexico, my home, and take Nico with us. At first, Pablo called me crazy, irresponsible, but he was so fed up with our lives on that moment that he agreed. We planned everything on that night. We would request to leave, at night, on a “celebration of our wedding anniversary” and then run away.
Everything worked perfectly. We made our bags and hid them on the garden. Once Mr. and Mrs. Johnson were sleeping, we sneaked into Nicolas room and took him away. Then we got our bags and left in a taxi. We were returning to Mexico!
- Can you believe that, Marcia? We are free! ¡Libres!
- Nico, you will love your new home!
Nicolas grew up with us normally, and we were a happy family. We gave him two sisters, and he seemed to love and care for them.
and theres another bit but its kinda terrible hahaha
