Chapter 12
Two weeks later, I stood with my parents and a rather heavy suitcase outside Terminal 2 at Melbourne Airport with the sound of honking taxis and a never-ending stream of cars and buses whooshing past.
‘Ciao, Papa,’ I said, embracing my dad.
He said nothing, but his chest shuddered against mine. He still wasn’t happy about me going. He’d said there was no reason to traipse halfway around the world when everything I needed was right here. And he hadn’t been happy when I’d made contact with my cousin through f*******: and asked if I could visit and work in their restaurant while I was there. Francesca had been more than welcoming and put me in touch with her brother, Matteo, to work out the finer details. Even though I wanted Dad’s blessing before I went, I knew I wasn’t going t
