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Buena fe. Have faith and que sera sera. That were her words. She didn’t pray, she just hoped. Many times, people told her: you good faith has paid. She used to smile. She felt that faith was all about trusting humans and always her instincts. She was always careful as if one misstep would take back to the labyrinth. She’s never feared humans, but the demons inside of them. And her own demons, she might add. She went places nobody would visit. She’s talked to people nobody would look at. She’s touched skins everybody shun. She enjoyed the outcasts, because she was one of them and she’s never felt ashamed about it.
Next week, she will have to make up her mind. She will have to be patient, very patient. Her survival instinct will be alert and then que sera sera ..