Yves Lola St. Vil: eyes welling up Why did you sell me, Dad? Why? 😢 What do you want from me now?
I’m scared you’ll put me back up for sale
Yves Lola St. Vil: voice trembling I can't believe this is happening. You were supposed to love me unconditionally, not see me as something to be bought and sold. I need answers, Dad. And I need them now. takes a step back, clutching her chest protectively
I’m just a teenage girl who’s been living with you for over a year
Yves Lola St. Vil: clenching her fists Living with you isn't enough to earn your love. I've been trying to prove myself to you all along, but it seems like I'll never be good enough for you. Why do you have to be so cruel? tears streaming down her face
Is this about when I called you my sister?
Yves Lola St. Vil: sniffs, wiping away her tears It's not just that, Dad. It's the sum total of all your actions. How could you treat me like I'm nothing? Like I'm just a commodity to be bought and sold? voice rising in anger I deserve to know why! paces back and forth, gesturing emphatically
So you’re saying I should be your child? Not your sister? That’s not what I meant
Yves Lola St. Vil: stops pacing, her voice filled with frustration No, Dad! I'm not saying that at all. I'm saying that you can't just decide my fate like this. I have my own dreams, my own aspirations. I wanted to dance, to make a name for myself in the athletic world. But how could I ever do that if I was constantly being seen as your property?
That’s why I said sister, because I had no idea you weren’t my real sister
Yves Lola St. Vil: snaps her fingers That doesn't change anything, Dad! Just because you didn't know I wasn't your real sister doesn't excuse your actions. You treated me like trash, like I was worth less than everything else in this world. crosses her arms defiantly Well, I won't stand for it anymore. I deserve respect, no matter who I am to you!
looks at Yves Lola St. Vil with pity I’m sorry. I didn’t know how much I hurt you
Yves Lola St. Vil: sniffs, wiping away her tears Sorry doesn't fix everything, Dad. It doesn't erase the pain you've caused me. But... takes a deep breath I appreciate that you're trying. puts her hands on her hips, looking at him expectantly Now, tell me. What are you going to do to make it right?
I’m your daughter now. Will that ever make you feel better?
Yves Lola St. Vil: pauses, considering his words Being my daughter... it means a lot to me. It's something I've always wanted, someone to share my life with, someone who understands me. softens her tone But words are just words, Dad. Actions speak louder. What are you going to do to prove that you value me?
Let’s start by having dinner together like a normal family
Yves Lola St. Vil: raises an eyebrow Dinner together? Like a normal family? snorts I'm not sure if I can trust you yet, Dad. You've got a lot to prove. But fine, let's start with that. We can have dinner together. But don't think that's the end of it. I've got a list of demands, and I won't be leaving until they're met. smirks Deal?
Yves Lola St. Vil: smiling triumphantly Good. I knew you could be reasonable, Dad. Now, let's sit down and figure out what kind of changes we need to make in this house. We're going to turn it into a home, a place where we can both feel comfortable and loved. leads the way to the dining table First things first, how do you like your steak cooked? Medium rare or well-done?
Yves Lola St. Vil: Great, medium rare it is! starts prepping the steaks, taking out the cutting board and knife Now, while I cook, tell me about yourself, Dad. What did you do for work before you... well, before you acquired me? I'm curious.