New York, 1962
Joseph's POV
I stood still looking at my mother's gravesite. I had no memory of the woman who gave birth to me. She died when I was fifteen months old. She took her own life, no one knew why since she never left I suicide note. I spent my entire life trying to understand what went through her mind at that moment. She was only twenty-one years old and was pregnant with my sibling. According to my grandfather, I lived with my biological father Charles for two months after my mother died until he was arrested for compulsory prostitution. He got a 30-50 year sentence. He tried reaching out to me after he was released from prison in 1946 after serving ten years in prison and was deported back to Italy but I wanted nothing to do with him. He tried several over the years to rekin
