You looked at your options and decided on your decision. All the other ones were places where everyone would be having fun, jumping around, and possibly not see you and crush you. Your only sane option at the moment was probably to enter into the Mexican household, with the door wide open letting anyone in you were sure they'd be okay with you walking in for an emergency reason at least, right?
You began walking towards it and already hear the sound of a woman talking on the phone in crisp Spanish in there, you gulp and trust your instincts that this was your best choice and you march forward reaching the first concrete doorstep. It was a bit of an exercise but from how light you were it was quite easy to hoist yourself up onto the dilapidated concrete surface, this house didn't seem anything close to middle-income homing but you weren't to judge anyways at this size.
You eventually pass up the second step and walk through the entrance, standing in a Mexican hallway with a broken Linoleum flooring, Several rough picture frames up on the wall of some old pictures of presumably the parents, and finally the strong smell of some Spanish dish being cooked.
You walked forward carefully down this foreign hallway until you walked up to 2 entrances on either side of you. On the left was a living room with a Teenage 17-year-old girl laying on the couch scrolling through her phone. Her name was Daniela.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1dFb3DYw...
She was wearing white shorts and a purple shirt, straight long dark brown hair, and somewhat tanned skin. You noticed her bare feet were out and on the floor, you were a little nervous about being crushed by them if you approached her.
You then turn your head to the right to see the kitchen, inside was where the smell of a Mexican dish being cooked was coming from. Standing inside was what you assumed was the Teenage Girls mother, Paula, chatting and gossiping on the phone with someone.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1cCo0wLx...
She looked very young for a mother, You'd guess about 36-37. You assumed the reason why was because of the Mexican culture of having a kid really young, so it wasn't too odd. Other than that she had wavy brown long hair, a great fit body like her daughters, and long pink sharp nails that she had done. Surprising considering her house was falling apart but she was paying for manicures...
"Eso es exactamente lo que sucedió cuando murió mi esposo, su hijo no puede ir al centro así. Es peligroso." ("That's exactly what happened when my husband died, your son can't be going out downtown like that. It's dangerous.") She chatted away on the phone while stirring something in a pan, making it a bit dangerous to approach her distracted.
You looked between your two options, which one were you going to approach...
You began walking towards it and already hear the sound of a woman talking on the phone in crisp Spanish in there, you gulp and trust your instincts that this was your best choice and you march forward reaching the first concrete doorstep. It was a bit of an exercise but from how light you were it was quite easy to hoist yourself up onto the dilapidated concrete surface, this house didn't seem anything close to middle-income homing but you weren't to judge anyways at this size.
You eventually pass up the second step and walk through the entrance, standing in a Mexican hallway with a broken Linoleum flooring, Several rough picture frames up on the wall of some old pictures of presumably the parents, and finally the strong smell of some Spanish dish being cooked.
You walked forward carefully down this foreign hallway until you walked up to 2 entrances on either side of you. On the left was a living room with a Teenage 17-year-old girl laying on the couch scrolling through her phone. Her name was Daniela.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1dFb3DYw...
She was wearing white shorts and a purple shirt, straight long dark brown hair, and somewhat tanned skin. You noticed her bare feet were out and on the floor, you were a little nervous about being crushed by them if you approached her.
You then turn your head to the right to see the kitchen, inside was where the smell of a Mexican dish being cooked was coming from. Standing inside was what you assumed was the Teenage Girls mother, Paula, chatting and gossiping on the phone with someone.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1cCo0wLx...
She looked very young for a mother, You'd guess about 36-37. You assumed the reason why was because of the Mexican culture of having a kid really young, so it wasn't too odd. Other than that she had wavy brown long hair, a great fit body like her daughters, and long pink sharp nails that she had done. Surprising considering her house was falling apart but she was paying for manicures...
"Eso es exactamente lo que sucedió cuando murió mi esposo, su hijo no puede ir al centro así. Es peligroso." ("That's exactly what happened when my husband died, your son can't be going out downtown like that. It's dangerous.") She chatted away on the phone while stirring something in a pan, making it a bit dangerous to approach her distracted.
You looked between your two options, which one were you going to approach...
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May 29, 2023
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