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My Friend’s “Daughter”:

Earlier this month, I had one of the most horrid experiences that anyone could have put me through. My- used to be- dear friend Augustus called me upon for a visit. He apparently wanted me to meet his new “daughter”, which I deemed a particular demand considering that he never even got married. To be sincere, I thought he had given up on love. But, I accepted anyway, for how could I not be exited too meet the child of a lifelong friend.

From the moment I laid eyes on “it”… to the now when I’m writing this log, I could not fathom how anyone could call that… thing a “daughter”. She was horrendously deformed if compared to a common human child. Right from the start, I felt trapped as my reflection sunk inside the large pupils that selfishly occupied the entirety of her eyes. Her face was elongated and slim, which only made her menacing, knife-sharp teeth easier to spot in the middle of her hair-brimming face. Of course, cruelly enough the worst part of her face had to reside at its zenith; a charred black nose, permanently drenched in mucus and sweat, that she grinded against anything that she approached.

She moved on all fours at a distressingly fast pace and her overgrown, unattended nails tapped on the granite floor with every step she made. Hearing that click sound resonating around the house… I could not stop my brain from formulating dreadful images of gigantic, lurking spiders; spying, crawling, preying on me, just waiting for the perfect moment to jump.

Her inhumanity was only reaffirmed by her inability to speak words. Instead, she’d communicate via gut-wrenching howls and whimpers. They were intolerable! She would start at times, and never stop… seeking for attention until Augustus gave it to her, and if that didn’t work he’d confine the little monster to a room, where she’d continue to scream barely muffled by the thin walls of the residence.

The short, bloated fingers in her hands rendered her incapable of holding anything, which forced her to bury in her face in her plate at the time to eat. When finished, she’d abandon the repugnant wreckage of what used to be her food and water all over the floor. But above all, what righteously defined her as the most heinous creature that my sorry eyes could’ve ever witnessed, and what ironically became my salvation away from that place, was the way she disposed of the wastes of her body. In the middle of a conversation with my friend, she spawned a scalding mass of feces on the kitchen floor that we only noticed once the toxic smell reached our narines. Likewise, she must’ve urinated about three on three different floors for the time that I was there. At the third time, I feared for the well-being of my lungs, so I said my goodbyes and fled the house.

At the gate, I heard Augustus apologizing for the inconveniences and inviting me to come by at any time. Yeah right! I pray that will be the last time I ever set foot in that house, and I beg to never see his… “Daughter” again. In that last meeting I learned that my friend had not given up on love, for the love he felt for that “beast” was so strong. Strong enough to make him forget about my disdain for dogs.

Fin.

Story by Ricardo Castillo Mendez

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