(The Past... Continuation)

Some moments of silence go by with both Danni and Myla wondering, thinking how small their existence truly is in The Nation of Fia. Danni doesn’t like thinking or feeling negatively. 

“Myla you… we are people, human beings. We may not have gotten to choose who we were born to. But we are alive and are free to dream, and imagine who we could be if we had the choice.” said Danni.

“Dreams? I stopped dreaming the moment my mother stopped… I just stopped dreaming ever since I was a kid. I had no one but my brother. He is someone I will never betray no matter what,” said Myla.

“I am sorry to hear that, no one's life is truly theirs in The Nation of Fia. But imagine if we weren’t born here if our parents and family came from a different nation. I would like to work with my hands. Make stained glass for churches and to be sold to the public. Working with fire and making stories on the glass. To then later be reflected colors on the walls or floors of a church or someone's home. What would you do or be with?” asked Danni.

“I think I would still like my brother to be my brother if that is possible. There would be no one else just us too and maybe work as a seamstress or a dressmaker. I would always see such pretty dresses on some ugly… personalities just cause their father brought it for them. I would make clothes for people who are beautiful both inside and out. My brother would always have food in his belly and his own room. He wouldn’t have to hide who he is. Because no one would judge him and if they tried I would defend him and make them silent. Since they don’t have nice things to say,” responded Myla.

Both giggled and smiled, Myla's worries didn’t exist. Only for that moment when she could be a child and dream about what could have been if only…

“If you like I can get my hands on some sewing books for you, that can help you with your duties and make some part of that dream into reality,” suggested Danni. “If it's not too much trouble for you, that would be nice. Thank you Danni for being a good person… friend,” smiling said Myla.

Danni went to the bathroom to get the med kit for some fever medicine for Myla. Since she did spend quite some time in the garden getting watered like a flower. He also went to get some maid clothes for her to change into.

“Thank you for the medicine and the clothes, uhm where did you get them?” questioned Myla. “The driver, his name is Lev told me to give it to you as well as this case. The suitcase, he said that everything you will need for the month is in here, and to burn your clothes that you came with,” said Danni.

Myla hands Danni a paper bag where her clothes and shoes are. They go to an incinerator in the compound. “Wait… before we burn it do you wanna do a prayer? To say goodbye to your past and to wish you luck in your future,” said Danni. Myla smiled and said, “Yes I would like that.”

Goodbye

Myla prayed to a fire that evening, praying that her brother be safe from their father's hatefulness towards the different. That her mother knows what she has done by selling her only daughter and for being foolish into thinking that there is nothing wrong with her husband. That her brother be safe from the difficulties he will face for being himself in such a close-minded and controlling “free” nation… not the nation this underworld that was created. The only powerful family behind the see-through curtain, dyed in red. Their old and cruel ways of control and power over the people of Fia. Ki’s family and blood.

Wish you luck

Myla prayed that the nation would change and that the violence within this new family be over. That one day if she is a mother, her children and grandchildren can dream and make their dreams into reality without having to worry about the family. The family they were born from to the family they create. She hoped that she could have the strength to deal with the classes and trials and to be more than a lowly maid in Ki’s family. So that when the day came she would be able to protect her brother and her children with the power she got from enduring any pain that came her way. 

End of memories…

Myla’s endurance and pain will pave wave to a new Nation and she will see it with her own eyes even if her mind won’t be all there towards the end.