Emilio’s PVO
"So, you are my mother," I said, flashing at her the biggest smile I could muster.
"Just remember that for the rest of your life," she responded, her voice warm.
They called me Emilio Destin, but the name itself was a relentless question mark. I've always felt my life had no meaning, and that I came into existence by pure luck. My parents weren't just absent; they were faceless ghosts in the thick, confusing fog of my mind, that I couldn't even summon their images in my dreams. When I became old enough to understand, I spent a long time wondering who had bothered to bring me into this world, and why was I then left alone in it. My name, was it chosen with any love? Or was it just a random, meaningless label, carelessly slapped on by a stranger? Every time I heard my name, i
