Carmen knows her secret (torresdedios) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-06-16 19:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | kevin tran |
Who: Carmen Torres, and open to anyone who might be in a church today
When: Let's say about one or so in the afternoon
Where: First a Catholic church, then a bar (feel free to say which bar, if you tag in, I'm not picky!)
What: remembering
Warnings: Warnings about her mentioning, briefly, what happened to her father
Normally, she wasn't very religious. There were still times, however, when she found herself seeking the sanctuary that the church represented. The church had been her sanctuary at home as a young girl, though now she'd found her own direction in her life. Still, on days like today, she found herself willing to venture into a church to remember those in her life who weren't there at the moment.
She knelt in the front row, her hands folded in front of her, remembering her papi, her beloved father. She still didn't know what had happened, exactly, but she remembered what she'd seen. And she could have gone any number of ways. She could have become a drunk, gotten involved in drug cartels like she suspected her father had. But she'd plowed ahead, made the most of it. And for that, she would forever be grateful, but she knew she wouldn't be here had it not been for her aunt who'd raised her.
Still, she rose from her prayer, and slowly left the church, knowing there was one more thing that she wanted to do that day. Carmen made her way into her car and drove off. She turned up the music, choosing some rock music that was playing at the moment. She wasn't really paying attention, not until she pulled into a bar just off the road. Sliding into a seat at the bar, Carmen leaned forward and ordered a drink. Nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. She smiled lazily at the bartender, then sipped at her drink with a sigh. This wasn't going to be an easy holiday. It got better each year, but it still wasn't easy.