VEILED IDENTITY

VIELED IDENTITY

Oh my gosh, I can't find my diary, Mum! Did you see my diary? What's all this? Can't people just mind their own business? It was only four days ago when I went to the bathroom to fix my hair. It wasn't even a minute, and my mum started going through my stuff hat's it, I'm going to confront her about this. I deserve my own space and privacy, and she needs to respect that. I can't believe she would invade my personal thoughts and feelings like that. It's not fair. I need to have a serious talk with her about boundaries and trust. I won't stand for this invasion of privacy any longer. It's time for her to understand that I am growing up and need my own space to express myself without fear of judgment or intrusion.

My name is Caramel, not Cameral Candy. My mum told me that caramel is a sweet and sticky confection made by heating sugar. Like was I born with a cube of sugar or what? I wonder why my mum chose caramel of all names. But I guess if not mistaken, the reason she gave me caramel was for my golden-brownish hair. Reason behind my name can just ask me directly instead of assuming things. Cario always jokes that I must have a sweet tooth because of my name. He often brings me caramel candies as a playful gesture. I don't mind though, I quite enjoy them. It's funny how a name can shape people's perceptions of you. But at the end of the day, I am who I am, regardless of what my name may suggest. And I wouldn't change it for anything.Carlos was one of the people who welcomed me warmly and showed me around when we first came to Bokota. He made me feel at home. When I was bored and had no friends, he was my friend. In fact, I slept at his place most nights when Mum went for the night shift. He was so caring, loving, and genial." but was also a bad guy when I say a bad guy I mean a bad guy. Do you know this guy slept with almost all the neighboring ladies, the worst episode that struck me was when he slept with the flat keeper Mrs Jelly , her two daughters and their cousin all in one day. This guy is worser than king Solomon the only difference is that he was broke as f**k to keep so many concubines , apart from the fact he is a womaniser do you know that he is also a serious drug dealer well, that's what Bogota is all about right? that was one of the headquarters of drug trafficking, did I forgot to mention that he actually gave me the first pof of smoke when I was just ...what age?.... what! age ten!.I saw him like the elder brother I never had. Well, there was this day when one of those tugs, Milla, who wanted me so badly, came making advances at me. When I resisted, he pushed me, touched my breasts, pinned me against the wall, and threatened me. But just then, he appeared out of nowhere and intervened, saving me from a potentially dangerous situation. Despite his flaws, he had a sense of loyalty and protection towards me that I couldn't ignore. It was a complicated relationship, but I couldn't deny the bond we shared.

After the incident, Carlos was still trying to get his hands on Milla, which I warned him to let go since Milla didn't show up again. Not until a month ago, Carlos disappeared. I waited for a week to see if he would come home, but he didn't. His only friend. Gabon, who came around once in a while, said he hadn't heard from Carlos for two weeks. "Maybe he traveled. No! I don't think so. If he was traveling, he would have let me know right?" I couldn't convince myself that something bad had happened to him. I couldn't help but suspect that Milla had something to do with Carlos' disappearance. Or maybe there was a misunderstanding between Carlos and his friend, Gabon. Hmmm? I wonder what kind of friend spends two whole weeks without checking on his friend... or what? What could have happened to Carlos? I must find out what happened to Carlos. Nobody tampers with my friend and goes scot-free, nooo! That was, by the way, as I was saying, I was born in Jamaica, Kingston, precisely."Full of beautiful history with a great taste of music, Mom always told me that when I was four months old, I cried a lot, and the only thing that kept me quiet was the sound of music. Isn't that weird? I guess I had enjoyed a great time in Kingston until at age six when my mom came home rushing one day, packing our things in a hurry, and saying it wasn't safe, and that we needed to leave. I wanted to understand why, but she kept saying I would understand when I am older..."

"We relocated from Chicago to Canada, and then to Bokota. Bokota has been the worst town with crazy and noisy neighbors all around. At first, I was hoping for the next relocation, but it's been seven years since my mum mentioned anything about moving. That's unlike her. I'm trying to make the best of my time here, but I've never really been happy. Oh no, it's already 7:30 am, getting late! I think I should get ready for school before I miss the train. Mum, I'm off to school! Why is she silent? Jesus! Blood! Mum... Mum! There was a giant dragon, with seven heads and seven horns. What the hell! Please leave my mum alone! Who are you? Leave my mum alone! " hello caramel it's been a long time, I've been looking for you. We are coming together! Hahahaha... Leave me alone! I said leave me alone! Nooo!"