Xiomara's Diary #5

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XIOMARAS DIARY ENTRY #5

Issued on the 12th of Sofia’s Beauty, 115 D.R.

 

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Dear diary,

 

I am nine years old and the weight of my nation and my people rests on my shoulders. Everyday I miss my Madre, my Abuela. Now my Tio.

 

I miss them more when I mediate bickering adults.

 

And a little bit less when Nana holds my hand, hugs me close and hides with me. 

 

We spent hours exploring something I’m sure only our Ancestors know about. It was dark, damp and long forgotten bedrolls with moth-eaten fabric could be found amongst corners.

 

Signage, too. It spoke of escape and safety alike. The ticking of a clock, small in stature, would be the only sound other than our breathless laughter and footsteps.

 

Time would pass and I would check the clock, knowing our escape must end and we must return. I have a nation to run.

 

Letters pile onto a desk, my Abuelas desk. The only part of the office now mine that I touch. The rest, the shelves and the furniture, have begun to gather dust. Left in a tomb to rot until I am ready.

 

But will I be ready?

 

Letters. Meetings. Demands.

 

You are a child!

You are the Sovereign.

But your Highness..

 

We need you.

We need you.

We need you.

 

But what about my needs?

 

Signed,

Xiomara.

Spoiler

Just like the previous entries, this is to aid in keeping track of persona development and give a glimpse into her life!