NALLA,HIS LITTLE GIRL

FIRST LINE OF DEFENSE

Nalla looked at me with that “who is this” look. Vera was waiting for me to address her with the title she thought she deserved for a reason unknown to me.

"If you think you're arguing with me, the door has a handle on both sides." I said calmly.

"Can I have an explanation?" Nalla asked me.

"Honey, this is the woman who gave birth to me."

"Why don't you say I'm your mother?" Faith was persistent.

"Because you aren't. You gave birth to me, you left me, my mother raised me and she will always be my mother, and you were and will remain Vera or something." I explained annoyed. "You've never been a mother, don't bother now."

"Ma'am, if you have come to seek a quarrel, I will ask you to leave." Nalla stood next to me and crossed her arms.

Nalla's reaction to that woman thrilled me. My little girl stands in my defense. I smiled and pulled her into my arms. I kissed her on the forehead and heard a sigh of relief.

"What kind of disrespect to the mother is that?" really, I bow to her persistence. "How do you even let her talk to me like that?"

"Vera, the door is in that direction. I don't know why you came at all, but don't come again." I said hugging Nalla. "You don't have a son here anymore. Go back to the hole you crawled out of and don't come back here again."

"They turned you against me. I was too young when I gave birth to you ..." her fake cry just pist me off even worst.

"You weren't too young at 23. You were too selfish. You turned me against yourself. You and no one else. I've been in your neighborhood for five years, and how many times have I seen you? Four times because you didn't have time." I sighed. "I don't have time for you now. Go away and don't come back."

She marched out of the apartment, and I closed the door behind her. I looked at Nalla. She had some sad expression on her face and I didn’t like it.

I don’t want one such creature to ruin her day. No, I will not allow it.

"Little one, don't get upset. If you give it importance, she'll chew you up and spit you out quickly. She's like that."

"How old were you when she left?" she asked me with tears in her eyes.

"Less than two months. Dad took over her role from day one. When I was a year old, he married my real mom, the one who raised and loved me. And Vera didn't show up until my fourteenth birthday. Although, she didn't have to then either." . "

"So we have something else in common ..." she sniffed.

"No, baby, we don't have one. You weren't left because they didn't love you. Remember when Nona said there were worse things? She meant this worse thing."

"I should go home, but I don't want to leave you alone at a time like this." she sighed.

"You stay until morning." I smiled. "I sent a message to Helen that we would stop by in the morning to pick up things for school."

I made us a quick dinner. We sat in the living room and watched TV while we ate. There was a series on TV about murderers and mercenaries. It was both weird and funny to me at the same time.

I still couldn't understand that she hadn't escaped. Why didn't she run away? Ok, love and s**t like that, but isn't it too much to ask from someone? I was looking for someone to accept me like that. And she appeared. I didn't watch the TV program, I got lost in thinking.

"Do you love me so much?" I asked her. "So much that you don't care who I am or what I am?"

"Of course I love you so much." she smiled. "You're my Victor. You're my Geryon."

Those words left me breathless. I wondered how much more I could love her. How many times can we fall in love again with a person we already love? She was getting bigger in my eyes every day. Every day she managed to surprise me with her adult thinking. Her views were clear and buried. She has never obeyed anyone nor will she ever.

She didn't ask me about Vera anymore, she said she forgot about her the moment we closed the door. She knew my parents. She respected them. She loved them because, as she said, they gave her the most beautiful gift of her life.

I felt her calm down. She fell asleep ... Today was full of surprises. None of this broke her, but she was tired of all that information the brain had yet to process. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to our bed.

“Sleep, little one.” I said as she shifted between the pillows and looked at me dreamily. "Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow I will come up with a new plan on how to give you heaven."