My Sins

We made it to Mexico with only a few setbacks involving a crazy woman (who reads palms in order to cure people?) and the abandonment of the one person we trusted. We got a few odd looks about our sleeping habits as well. A brother can sleep with his sister to keep her safe, can’t he?

Otherwise, we smuggled ourselves into Mexico quite happily. Except for my little breakdowns. Those aren’t so happy either. I’ve had them ever since people started dying around me. Alejandro tried to understand at first, but now he kind of tunes them out. I normally cry for a while, sobbing out “Why me?”s to God and then crying some more.

Anyway, the last one was particularly loud, seeing as I’ve been called the devil more often than usual, so Alejandro suggested a little field trip. He covered my eyes and when we stopped, I found myself in front of a little backyard Mexican Catholic church!

“You need some time alone with God and a middle man,” Alejandro said with a knowing smile. I clapped my hands and cried with glee as he hugged me and stroked my hair.

I was a bit nervous at first. How would the father take my sins? I decided to start out small.

“I stole an avocado and killed a squirrel for food in a man’s back yard,” I began. I could see him nod through the grate.

“Squirrels are living creatures. You are not one to end its life,” He told me.

My stomach started to twist in little knots. “What if it was an accident?”

“You just told me that you deliberately killed a man’s squirrel,”

“Well, what if I just have to be around… squirrels… for them to die? Is that a sin?”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand the circumstances,” Father said, sounding a bit uneasy.

“Well, you see, my brother and I were passing through town and as we walked by, all of the squirrels… died,”

“I see,” He said. “That’s quite unusual. But how can you be sure that it was your presence that killed the squirrels?”

“It happens everywhere. They all die,” I could see him turn and look at me through the grate. He seemed afraid. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! They all die! DIIIIEEEEEE!!! AND WHEN THEY WAKE UP THEY HAAAATE MEEEE!” I don’t remember much after that. I dissolved into a fit of tears and shouts. I remember Alejandro dragging me out of the booth and into the car.

Why? Why me? Why is my existence such a curse? I bring brimstone and fire wherever I go. Yes, brimstone, for the poor souls who cross my path. Poor souls. I’M SORRY! FORGIVE ME! FATHER! VILLAGE PEOPLE! NIENA! ILLEAGAL MEXICANS! LITTLE ANIMALS, PARDON ME! WHY? WHY? STRIKE ME DOWN IN MY CONDFLGDKJSNF…

Maya and I will be going to bed. She is finished blogging for the evening and bids you all a wonderful day.
-Alejandro