China White

When I was a little girl, I remember playing in my mother’s beautiful and luscious garden; saturated with plush Fruits, veggies and roses. The papayas so juicy and plump stood proud and tall, nearly shading the independent bright and colorful roses which took charge of the garden. The grass danced in the calm waves as the wind softly mellowed throughout the land.

I would close my eyes as I inhaled the aroma of the ripe Papayas as the smell would fill my nose so much so that I was now able to taste the thick tangy fruity accents as the wind carried the delightful fragrance throughout the garden. I would become famished after spending long periods of time shifting my noes throughout the garden. One time when I was eight years old I just spinet in circles until I fell onto the moist grass and soil that graced the perimeter of the land.

“Mijah ay ay ay Dios Mio! (oh my god)” Shouted my mother as she quickly walked from our kitchen and into the back garden towards my direction clutching on her powered apron as if it was a Christian Dior ball gown.

What are you thinking Princesa? We mustn’t have you get dirty; today is a very important day” My mother said as she waved her hand frantically in the air; signaling for Isabella to rush to my aide. Isabella was one of many of our servants who lived with us in our home. My father had taking a strong liking to Isabella before I was even conceived and my mother hasn’t been able to get rid of her since. She’s been around us so long, our family and guest hints that she shares facial features with me and mama.

While carefully steaming the Golden silk drapes which hung on every window in the foyer of our living room, she quickly noticed my mother signaling for her, causing her to drop the drapes which hung abundantly from the windows interior molding.

Isabella came to me, taking me from my mother’s arms and inspected me for any bruises or scratches as if she was more concerned for me than my own mother. “ay ay porcelna!, Qué has hecho” (Oh china what have you done?) she asked while noticing the dirt on my Egyptian cotton and hand stitched gown crafted by her own hands. She called to me as China because of my greasy face reminded her of a china doll.

My mother couldn’t help but to be jealous that Isabella skills did more for me and my father than hers could. Perching her lips and rolling her eyes as she stood up from the marble bench which rested on the fountains walkway. My mother wore a beautiful flowing dress behind her apron and beautiful 6inch tan pumps.



Isabella, my husband will be home in any moment now and I need for Maria to be ready in a moment’s time before he arrives with the governor for dinner. Isabella lips quivered as she was stammering over words that she had yet spoken. “Must I say it louder in Spanish my dear? I need you to hurry before Carlos makes it home!” she shouted as she strutted back into the kitchen to set up the dinner table.

The servants gathered around and watched as Isabella took my hand and escorted me quickly to my bedroom. Hearing the sounds of her bright White cotton canvas shoes as they squeaked through the voluminous halls as we came near the archway which would welcome us to the entrance of my bedroom.

There making my bed were two servants who Isabella considered her closest friends. Softly smiling at Isabella, they greeted her as they finished making up the bed.
“Get Out!” Shouted Isabella as she guided me towards the fully body trifold mirror that stood in the left corner of my bed room. The girls frowned and quickly made their way out while arrogantly avoiding eye contact with me and Isabella. She went on her knees, pulling out a needle and thread pouch which was underneath the mini leather foot stool I was standing on.

Hearing the sounds of her Stitching, stewing and cutting as fast as she could was satisfying to my ears. I gazed into the mirror while Isabella finished fixing my dress, I could see my mother reflection as she made her way into the room.

“Your beautiful hair flows like the river of the Nile” my mother said as she was now by my right side as Isabella stood on my left and softly smiled. “The Nile, forever new and old, among the living and the dead, its mighty, mystic stream has rolled -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow” Whispered my mother as she began to braid my hair into a beautiful bun. We all looked at each other while smiling into the mirror; my mother pulled a bright lushes flower from the side of her hair and placed it into mine.

We all captured a glimpse of Alphonso, who stood calmly near the entrance of my bed room as we all smiled into the mirror. Alphonso was the charge servant also known as a butler. Madam, Don Carlos has arrived” he said while lifting his hand and bringing our attention to the window in my bedroom which revealed my father’s arrival. Looking at my mother’s soft smile as she grabbed my hand so that we could hurry to greet my father and the governor in time.



Stretching out of the front doors and onto the front yard as the multiple vehicles of my father’s armada came to a final halt. The servants remained steadfast as we all watched as the dust from the gravel paved driveway to settle. Each vehicle holstering

miniature flags on the left and right side of their hoods which displayed our family crest. Something seemed different about papa’s arrival, he’d yet stepped out the vehicle.

None of his guardsmen got out their vehicles to greet the residence and render their respects to me and mama. My mother clutched on to my hand while we all continued to stare at our own reflections as we focused on the indestructible tinted black windows. The engines of each and every vehicle cut off all at the same time, everyone squinted their eyes and watched curiously as the windows on every vehicle began to roll down. We see my father with duck tapped wrapped around his mouth, nearly seconds later shot to his death in front of us all. Now all that is left for us to see is down the barrels of the machine guns that are now aimed towards us all.

Alphonso hopelessly faced my mother and I with deep sorrow filled eyes, he yelled “run!” as several rimless rounds began to spray from the armada and ripple the bodies of the servants. My mother snatched my hand and dragged me into the house as we all began to run into the foyer. Horrified screams and sounds of servants screeching as they all rushed and tried to huddle into the house. My mother and I ran upstairs making our way to the nearest bedroom from the grand stair case, my mother looked over the fair rail as she seen gruesome blood splatters spraying into our home as the bottled began to shred in our home. Hopeless bodies coated the foyer as their blood drained onto the masonic floor.



Carrying me towards the guest quarters my mother quietly shut the door quietly and signaled for me to hind in the closet while she searched for her next place of shelter. It felt like a dreadful nightmare that would come to a terrible end soon. My mother bit her lip as she clenched her fist into a ball while squeezing her eyes shut, listening to the sounds of the multiple car doors slamming shut as the cries of terrors and endless rounds finally came to a tranquil; yet disturbing standstill.

We could only assume that all our beloved servants were now dead and the men were prepared to raid our home until they found what they came for. “What is happening Mama” I loudly whispered from the closet as her face wrinkled from great worry.

“Psst quédate, princesa” (Stay put princess) she whispered as we could now hear the men making their way up the stairs. Mama made her way to me taking quiet mouse steps, she couldn’t help but look out the guest bedroom window where she stood their gazing for several seconds.


“Mama you have to hurry, you must before they come and see you” I said while extending my hand out to her as she continued to stare out the window. She didn’t budge, not even a bit to even look in my direction. She’d seen something that had her stuck in looking forward in shock as if she was in suspended animation. I stood and slowly walked towards the center of the room where my mother stood; I joined my mother as we were now both gazing out the window which displayed a man who stood directly on the other side and in his hand he held pistol with a silencer attached. Before I knew it my mother looked at me and with a scream that pierced fear in the gunman, she screamed her final words. “run!” The gunman fired a single shot which collided with the window which towered over us, looking up at the glass as the sharp shards began cascading down like bright sparkling water.

My mother fell to her knees clutching her breast where the bullet had punctured her skin and arteries and now behind her stood a tall American man who held his pistol to her head and fired a single shot; sending my mother to her immediate death. There I was wearing the blood stains of my own mother, I was prepared to accept my fate alongside her lifeless body.

Dropping down to my knees while facing his feet, I softly began to sob quietly. He laid his gun by myside and kneeled down on one knee and bowed. Behind him were the rest of the men as they too were also bowing their heads. “Why have you done this to my family, why have you done this to us?” I cried as I tried my hardest to crumble the marble tile from under us all.

“China White” said the Englishman as he slowly lifted his head. “I know you won’t understand this now, but your family are not these people. We were sent to take you back home to your family where belong he said to me.


“I belong here” I said stubbornly, watching the men as they all stood. The Englishman who stood closest to me gently plucked away the red & chubby fresh rose bud which was ever so perfectly laced into my brown hair and began pulling from is suit breast pocket; a pen box. In this box was a bright red poppy flower, one like I’d never seen before? He slid the poppy flower through the braids of my hair, where it rested in the bun that my mother had styled for me just a few moments ago.

You are Daughter of Don Carlos D. Forthright and Isabella E. Forthright He said while smiling down at me.



“Then who am I” I asked them all while still kneeling behind my mother body. “I’ll let her be the one to tell you” he replied as he stepped away from the archway exposing Isabella…My personal servant.

Well before your father and “step-mother” were brutally gunned down just moments ago, you were Maria De leon a daughter of a filthy rich Mexican rancher but now you are the curse that your father failed to hide. You are China White, The Queen Of The American Cartel and I am your biological Mother and only for now the ruler of what you will one day grow old enough to possess; The W.A.R Cartel.

Rest easy my love, for there is much more I have to explainee.lexplaine.