maviana matos - d5 - cb [done]

Love and tenderness, were they too much to ask for? Daddy drank your family downstream and left you and your mother sinking—Alex fished her out but what has he given you since? A roof over your head, but Avon’s contempt from the beginning. To your stepbrother you will always be a reminder of the cavity left by death, the hole your mother was trying her best to fill. Family is a fickle word--it's everything, or nothing.

Instead you found the love you could take whenever you needed it. The kind no one would  dare to make you beg for, with your round hips and shadowed puppy eyes, bottom lip snagged by a tooth. 

Oh, you love to be held, but you’re no porcelain doll. Not afraid to be broken, or to do the breaking. To take risks for the things you want. To let the black truths and white lies blur to grey in your mind. There are ugly truths and lovely lies, so why shouldn’t you choose?

There is a crown in your future, respect and reverence and something more, you have been born for more than this. It has to be true; you’re sure of it.

There’s a light at the end of your tunnel and it’s gleaming gold.