Chapter10: fates crossed: part 2/18 years of broken windows?

Buddhist mantra and a map in the temple. Eighteen years later... Cashimira, India, present time. Mayara was in a meditation session with Iara, studying philosophy... admiring many things... there was a lot to do. Then she closes her eyes. And the past comes. The night she was mysteriously abandoned on the doorstep of Santa Helena, Mayara Angelina was very small, and it was raining slowly. She grew up being mistreated, and being forced to work, iron and cook, but always with talent in several areas. The only clue the little girl had about her past was the date of her birthday, the basket of old baby clothes, and a valuable necklace, a choker that she always wore under her ugly and unattractive mini-maid's dress. The chain was silver and looped twice and its pendants were a little strange: one was shaped like the typical representation of the Egyptian goddess Isis, the other was a lotus flower, or rose of Saron, and a small key from old cupboards. Makeda, that was her nickname because he