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Name: Mia-Canta Suzanne Risalinda Lasperritas. But please do just call me
MC.
Age: 19! The youngest of us, si, but the best-looking!
Por supuesto! Hahahah...! Oh, I just kid you...
o no...?! Hahahahah...!
Appearance: 5'10" and I am the tallest of me and my sisters. I am almost as tall as my brother too! We all like to wear pretty bright colours and we always have pretty things woven into the braids of our red-brown hair. It's hot most of the time out here in the mesa, and I work outside with the dogs, so we are always brown skinned, but I am the lightest of my siblings; even my eyes are lighter than theirs. Mine are hazel and theirs are a lovely deep black; and so they often tease me. They call me
Sabana, like our bed sheets. But that's okay, I still love them very much. They say I am built like a man too. But! It is hard work and not just playing with dogs here! We fix fences, build kennels, pull, push, lift, run after puppies, cook, clean... so I like my muscles! I do! But
orale! So there are nights where we gather and have our fiestas with our neighbours. And that is when I dress in the lovely clothes that Mama makes for us for such nice parties and allow my womanly curves to appear.
Occupation: Dog Breeder. We do have our farm, but this is our major source of income. And I will be taking on full responsibilities of the family business with my sisters and brother! So exciting, no?
Personality: 'Happy-go-lucky, hardworking honest country girl yet simple, bashful, insecure, little sister.'
'Always smiling, pleasant and polite', I am told by Papi,
'MC you are a hard-working girl and a special good one.' I like that. Oh, yes, I do!
' You always aim to please and exceed like a good girl', says Mama to me,
'You are very pretty mija, but you! Always walking without grace and poise. You are also big and strong for a girl, but you! Always too quiet, a push-over and you never fight back especially towards your siblings.' But I'm not dainty and who cares about grace and poise when you are cutting wood or hammering nails, Mama?! And as for my siblings, I love them and do not want to fight! That is who I am! It is. And really, what does she mean: 'for a girl.' I do not understand, but ay, anyways...
'You know that the desert roses are rare and beautiful. They are delicate and desire much care.' said Abuelita... oh how I miss mi Grandma... Oh, but I like desert roses; she showed them to me. I have seen them only once. Then they died.
'But they have thick vines, impenetrable and with thorns. Sometimes the rose petals must fall,mija
, and all that are left are thorns. Never let that happen. Never let that happen to you, si? Be both rose and thorns para siempre, nina.
Promise me that. Mia-Canta Suzanne Risalinda Lasperritas, promise me that. '
I do not understand what she meant by that but I promised her... even beyond her death that I would be both rose and thorns. For always.
...but I never found the courage to tell her that I kiss only with the girls.
Oh! And I love dogs and take very good care of them too.
History: I live on a farm where we raise dogs. It's all I have known. It is all we have. It is hard work but my family has kept this farm and breeding kennel for four generations now. We buried grandma just this spring. Abuelita's name was Florita; she was named after a dog that had a flower pattern on his back. For generations, my whole family names their children after our most cherished dogs. This one dog, he became a very decorated guard dog for the Lasperritas family, said grandma. She was named well for she protected us for all times I knew her. Little Flower is a powerful name. I miss you Abuelita... good night and rest peacefully.
And with her passing, we must soon be the ones to take over for our parents. Our dogs are our reputation. We must never lose that reputation nor quality of excellence. But I do not know... I feel... suspicious of my siblings sometimes... I feel like they do not wish to uphold quality of our inheritance.
'Do you know how much our farm is worth, Sabana?' asks Juan-Alegre, my brother one step older than me.
'We break our back every day to keep this worth, MC,' says Maria-Dulce, my sister three steps older than me.
'We live upon unattainable riches, Mia-Canta Suzanne Risalinda, but it is within our reach. It is up to us though, hermana menor. We must decide.' says Luna-Corazon, my eldest sister six steps older than me.
I do not understand them?! Why do they always speak of our home like that?! It is as if they have not ever heard the words of Abuelita! Our grandmother should have taught them better! Of course I know it's worth! Of course I know how hard it is to live like this! We have enough monies and we always will! I do not understand how they talk, especially my eldest sister.
'Unattainable riches?' 'We must decide?' I love her...
Pero, Luna! Que tonteria! Such nonsense, my sister! What is she talking about? What are they all talking about?
I know the worth of our farm. It is grandma; it is Florita. It is a powerful name. It is our life. It is worth fighting for!
Our farm is our way of life. I know its worth.
It is our family.