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You are your own god. The sole proprietor of your own destiny. Do not let anyone take that away from you.

At least that is what Reyna Azzaro had told her daughter.

***

Conflicted ideologies were nothing short of normal between the ever-expanding family. There was always someone, some man who would think they would know better. A woman rolling her eyes at my mother's teachings for they did not agree. Everyone had an opinion on how I should be raised and why my mother was unfit.

She was only seventeen when I was born. Never knew my father and never felt like I ever needed him in my life. Mother was always honest; my conception was a mistake but not my life. For it was not up to her to decide what would become of me. Desperately I clung onto what I believed was right, how my morals shaped the world. I chose to follow in the footsteps of my older relatives to train as a career not because I felt the need to prepare for the games.

No.

For I saw the need to become independently strong, because I was certain only I would have my best interest at heart. No god nor law could ever decide that for me.

Then the opinions started pouring in over the dinner table.

A rage inside me grew, uncontrollable in its own nature. Suppressed with a smile and a nonchalant laugh but there was no containing it forever. Words pilled out of my mouth and there was nothing left holding back the tears.

”This is what happens to a girl with no father and no structure, she becomes hysterical”

Hysterical.

What an awful word for a girl who just wants to be heard.