Chapter Eleven
Esmeralda
The moment he asked for my name the second time, I knew he was referring to the name my mum gave me. But I wanted to be sure, so as not to anger my mate, as he was a man of impatience.
Esmeralda.
Meant Emerald in Spanish and Portuguese. A rare precious gemstone signifying truth and love, as my mum always explained to me.
Esmeralda. I loved the beautiful sound of the name and I bore it with pride.
A tear welled up in my eye and ran down my cheek as a memory of the past flooded me.
I remembered a five-year-old me, running off of the school bus, caring less that I could fall and sprain my knees, ignoring the shouts from the school bus driver as my mind was centred on one person.
My mother.
I couldn't wait to be wrapped in her ever-loving arms while I r
