A Santo Or A Prophet?

I was sitting on the porch with Oscar, while the rest of the guys were scattered around the yard doing various things. Oscar was talking to Sad Eyes and Machete, when a random thought came to my head. I wanted a goat.

"I want a dog." I told Oscar. Oscar and the guys looked at me like a was crazy (Which I probably am) for a few moments.

After a minute or to Oscar finally spoke, "Ok." He said with a shrug. I was in total shock, I didn't expect that to be his reaction

"Wait, really?!" I asked with a wide smile on my face. I was happy beyond words. I got up and was about to give him a hug when all of a sudden he laughed.

"Yea, you can *want* anything. He paused for a moment," But that doesn't mean you are going to get it." All of the guys started to laugh at not just what Oscar said but at me too. I looked at the ground, yea I act tough but that doesn't mean that I don't have feelings.

I know that I'm Oscar's little sister but, I wish that I had some respect. Oscar isn't very fond of me because I'm the result of our mother cheating on his father with a Prophet. But not just any Prophet the leader of the Prophet$. When I was about 2 or three our mother left me on the Diaz's doorstep. The only reason I'm still here is that i'm afraid of what they will do if I try to leave again. The last...the last time I tried to leave, it just wasn't a good choice. I learned that the hard way.