As Alviva wiped some of her ruined make up away, Camila felt as if she had found a friend here. Someone who she could share both the negative, as well as the equally important positives with. “It is overwhelming yes” she agreed with Alviva “I’m here with tú, someone who is una amiga, a friend, but it still feels like a part of me is missing” she smiled “but hey, at least something else will be added. I think I’ll make some lifelong friendships here, and that’s muy importante as well” she didn’t want to stay stuck in her negativity. She truly was someone who always wanted to see the best in every situation. Where she lived, there weren’t many people her age, so for her, this was an excellent opportunity to meet more people who were in a similar stage on life and form some friendships.
Alviva had been able to make Camila laugh again, and that was the moment she felt she had no reason to fear Alviva’s judgement about her crying anymore. While Alviva being quiet during her outburst had initially worried Camila, the laughter was a weight lifted off her shoulder. As she was still a bit overwhelmed by her own emotions however, she didn’t know what else to say but: “Would you be okay with a hug?” It was in Camila’s Latina blood, how easily it was for her to feel comfortable with physical closeness with people. She was a hugger for certain, a hug sometimes says so much more than words can do in her opinion.
Camila shaked her head as she heard what Alviva’s mom said. She never liked when people were so judgemental about others and their interests. “I am glad you still read what you enjoy to read” she said with a genuine smile “Reading is fun, so why shouldn’t you read those books you enjoy to read? There is nothing wrong with whatever you want to read.” She said, not sure whether she said it to make Alviva feel better, or feel less guilty about her own taste in books. “I would love to read the books you brought once you’re finished, I’m sure I will enjoy them, mucho”. She chuckled as she said “I don’t believe the books they have here are my taste…” she added a dramatic pause “like, at all.”
Camila didn’t know Alviva’s mother, but what she heard about her she didn’t like her much. She seemed like the stereotypical higher class Karen who thinks she is better than everyone else. She didn’t want to offend Alviva by offending her mother however, so the treated carefully. Thinking about each and every word. “Personally, I always try and see everyone as equal. Everyone has their cultures, and their norms and values. Not one is better as the other, it’s solely what we are used to and to some level what we have been brought up to be.” she paused “In your case however, it seems you are not much like your parents” she chuckled a bit as she said this, not wanting Alviva to take her comment too seriously. “And don’t get me wrong, being a Latina, it is who I am, and I am more than proud of it. But it is much more than simply my language that makes me Latina.” she said explaining why it was still justified to her to speak more in English, or at least be more aware when translation is necessary. “So, what makes you proud?” she asked questioning, she wanted to hear Alviva speak more positively about herself, as well as learn more about what made her who she is, as she seemed like a wonderful young lady.
@Meekepeek, Alviva