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It wasn’t fair; why did the miracle choose Alma? Why didn’t she get a miracle like hers? It was unfair; she had lost so much more than that woman. She had lost her husband and her little baby to the men who attacked their village. So, "Why was this bitch chosen?" she seethes quietly. Elena watched the miracle form a large house up on the hill. The house seemed to be sentient and waved at them as if to say hello. She watched from afar as she looked at Alma walking towards the house, carrying her triplets in her arms. The littlest one looked so much like her niño, it felt like someone was stabbing her heart again and again as she gazed longingly at the baby. She misses her little one; she misses her husband; the pain of losing the most important thing in her life is crushing her; it feels like drowning.
She watches the house happily accept Alma, barring anyone from getting in as she settles inside. She watched in contempt as she and the rest of the village found places to sleep for the night. She saddled up with one of her friend’s families for the night. Elena couldn’t sleep; how could she? She just lost her whole family. Watching her husband and son get sliced in half could make a woman go insane, and maybe she was. Looking at the family that huddled together for warmth, they might be cold, but they were safe and they were whole. Once morning comes, all of them will be building their new homes here in the safety of the mountains. Not her, though; she can’t stand to look at this place, and she can’t stand to remember what happened today. She will leave in the morning and make a new home somewhere far away from here.
The morning came in a blink of an eye, and she got ready to leave. She didn’t want to say goodbye to her friends because if she did, they would try to make her stay. As she was preparing what little things she managed to save, she noticed Alma, her friend, emerge from the house holding her babies in her arms. She found herself staring at the little babies in her arms; it wasn’t fair how Alma gets to keep her babies and she doesn’t; it wasn’t fair.
She got to keep her three babies.
Three babies.
She has three babies.
Three.
"What if she took one?" she thought.
Alma has three; would she be able to get over it? Will she? She has plenty, and she could make more; unlike her, she couldn’t be able to carry more because of some complications in her womb. Standing in the back, they were oblivious to her schemes. She would take one of Alma's children for her own; it was only fair. She has plenty. She could make more.
Elena waited for a couple of weeks, biding her time. She rekindled her friendship with Alma, apologizing and ending whatever feud they had. She made sure to be there for her every day, making her a valuable presence in her life. She helped her take care of the babies, help her organize the town, and help her find reliable councils.
The perfect time came for Elena just a few days before the month ended. The moon was up and bright, and she could see her path clearly, which she deemed perfect.
So in the dead of night, while everyone was asleep, she managed to get into the sentient house. How, you might ask? Maybe it was luck, or maybe it was destiny. Maybe this baby was really meant for her, so with that in mind, she escapes.
Looking back toward the direction where the village sat, she could see lights flickering, a sign that the village was steering. She could hear the commotion, and the fools thought that she was stupid enough to stay after what she did. She has a little one to take care of, and she couldn’t afford anything bad happening when she has something precious in her arms, sleeping peacefully. By the time they realized she wasn’t there, they would be miles away from here. She smirked as she looked down at the baby in her arms. She would take care of him, and he wouldn’t want for anything. She smiled down at little Oscar; yes, Oscar would be his name from now on—not Bruno, not any other name, but Oscar, her little baby boy.