23; Perfect Illusion.

22- “Perfect Illusion.”.

Camila Castello.

“Luna, my baby, I want you to be good to Joana, will you?” I said, crouched in front of my six-year-old girl, at eye level with her. Extending my hand out, I pushed a strand of her dirty blonde hair behind her ears, the stubborn curl that escaped from her neat ponytail—the one I had neatly made for her myself.

Luna’s forest green eyes glossed with unshed tears, as she clutched her rabbit stuff doll closer to her chest—her favorite toy from the numerous I’d gotten her, her lower lip wobbling. She didn’t let the tears down though, she simply nodded, “Okay, Mama.” She whispered, her voice low.

My heart clenched tightly at the sight, and for a split second, I considered staying back and never leaving her side. However, I’m then reminded that I’m doing this for her, and for myself. For her to live in a world without fear and freely, and for me to avenge my family and pack that had done nothing deserving of such cruel fate.

So, I swallowed down the