When somebody ask me... "It's yours?", "Is she your sister?"... I don't know how to answer. Lupe is my godmother's daughter, who grown up on my grandma's house with my mom. Now, history repeats itself. Lupe is growing up on my grandma's house with me. We look similar, we move similar and even we talk similar but is because my grandma raised us, like she raised my mom and my godmother. She is not my cousin, She is not my sister, She is not my daughter, but I love her like one.
One day, in a birthday party, we were next to the ball pit and a mom came and said to me:
XXX: "oooh, she is beautiful..... Are you her sister?" Lupe: "NOO! She is my best friend!!"
I almost cry. The mom looked at me, laughed and run away. So, when somebody ask me again I will answer like lupe, "She is my best friend."
Es mas que hermosa