When You're Ready

~The Love in Music~

Camila's P.O.V.

Music had been my passion since I could remember, it had always been music all along even if there were so many hobbies I keep exploring and talents I keep trying to do. No matter what happens, at the end of the day it always was music that keeps me going and will keep me going for sure.

It was when I was a kid when I discovered this great deep love that I have for music and it was such a strong and powerful love that it overwhelmed me in such a worse way. I remember being all shy, embarrassed and getting all sulky whenever I was asked to show my real talent before anyone. I was an introvert and it is something I really wouldn't be shy about because that's me, however when ir comes to music, there's this soft whisper in my mind that somehow pushed me to the edge to keep this talent I have for a secret before waiting for the right time to share it with everyone.

My eyes opened and stared at my alarm clock as the third thin yet long hands of the clock kept rotating and passing each number. In less than a minute it finally rung making me raise my hand in the air to shut it down from creating more noise, the whole room began to be more alive as a smile suddenly creeped into my face. All the energy I have seemed to come to hit me full force as my mind finally progressed which means today is another day!

"Good morning Karla!" I laughed and started thrashing on the bed, somewhat doing this for weeks now as this is usually my ceremonial thing whenever I wake up.

I wasted no other time after tht small celebration to fix my bed and the comb my hair before turning the karaoke player I have in my room, it was my mom who gave me that karaoke machine and so I insisted in letting that stay in my room for such things like this. The beige ceiling and walls seemed more cozier with that things inside my room, it does not take that much space plus it also what keeps me going and happy for the time being.

Before anything, I am Karla Camila Cabello Estrabao, that name is somewhat likely to be confusing and not to be remembered by people because of how long it is so I just go by the name Karla since it is what my parents and my whole family call me. So far I am 12 years old, born to great parents named as Sinhue and Alejandro Cabello, I am half Cuban and half Mexican which is a bit noticable with the complexion I have and some facial structures I have. I also have a very adorable sister named Sofia and she's 11 years younger than me, I love that little girl with all my heart as she is the joy of the family.

My life wasn't as good as everyone thought it was, sure I lived in Miami, the great place where there are gorgeous white sand beaches but my real hometown is in Cojimar, Eastern Havana and our experience isn't was good as everyone thought it was. There was a war when my parents decided to leave and migrate the country, my mom was an architect then, she was a great worker in the company she works for and had been promoted into different positions due to her intelligence. However even if she's happy with her job, she feels as if I wasn't secured in that place, that city what we called home doesn't feel like home anymore no matter what angle I kept trying to see it.

It was such a though decision for her but she decided to leave her job just so we all could be safe, mom applied visa for the 3 of us in hopes that we would be able to migrate in the States. Mom had been eyeing Miami for a while now, we wanted to go there to travel and have fun but for now they think that we needed to badly leave the town. Mom and I had our visas proved, dad however didn't get lucky as he was denied, we wanted to stay and wsit for him to apply for another visa however he insisted that we needed to go. It was such a heart breaking scene at the airport when we flew to Miami, there were tears in all of our eyes because there's no assurance that we will be able to see each other again, it broke my heart to see my father looking so strong yet I know that it was just a front, deep inside I know that his world seemed to be falling apart as we walked away, leaving him alone.