CHAPTER ONE
ADDY
I really thought life could really give more than I already had but I was really wrong to have thought so. Well… If I were told to write an autobiography of my life in one word…. It would be Boring. I had just come back from swimming classes when I heard sniffling from the patio. Papá was out for his daily businesses of drug trafficking,women trafficking, weapon exchange and of course MURDER.This word has always been a constant reminder of my past. That and the scars and terrible nightmares which I'm to carry around like an énsemble.Mamma was a typical housewife who stayed at home doing nothing but knitting and hosting book club meetings. Papá and Mamma never really shared any affection whatsoever rather it was just mere obligation that drove them to do what they did for each other. So finding mamma outside crying got me dumbfounded and scared thinking something…. Well… something bad always happened to papa everyday so I thought he was finally killed by his too many to mention enemies.
When I got to the patio I found the servant kneeling while wiping tears away from her face and Mum was sitting with a book open on her laps and a glass of orange juice before her. She was cursing in Italian which only happened when was really angry and I totally regretted why I didn’t take my language classes seriously because I could not understand one word that was spoken. All I gathered was that the servant most has done some really bad stuff. After mamma finished talking, she sent the servant away with a “Don’t do it next time”. It was then mamma noticed my presence. “Addy would you like to join me?”
“Of course, why not?” I said. I had really missed mamma’s company a lot because lately I have been choked up with multiple classes all because I have become a pariah to my father ever since he found out what I went through in the hands of my ex who was supposed to love me.“We really do have a lot of things to catch up on”. “How are your classes going so far?”. “Well they have been going pretty well except from a few loop holes.
Ever since my parents found out about my ordeal with my ex, she took it upon herself to ask me questions about things she never used to ask about and it was really getting on my nerves. I mean not like I don't understand her but makes it feel like empathic and she has this pitiful glint in her eyes that gets me off. I heard wallowing in self pity not to talk about seeing pity in the eyes of others.
“Adelaide Russo!” Get a hold of yourself! “What has gotten into you?” “If you keep going this way I’m afraid you are going to give me a heart attack”!
Oh Mamma Mia stop being so dramatic. I must have walked into a world of my own while she was talking. I quickly got up and made an excuse of having to use the restroom in order to avoid her further prying.. And I heard her curse out an Italian word.
