Marco's POV
A heart-wrenching sight.
Weak like a vegetable and as vulnerable as a bambino, Madre lay on the hospital bed with numerous tubes running inside and outside of her.
The nonstop beeping of the vital signs machine, soft humming of the oxygen humidifier, steady drop of the drip mixed with drug, and the other bag was blood. A small sensor was connected to her thumb… all of her was plugged into something manual or mechanical.
No tears…
Padre warned me against them. Kicked me hard when I showed my weakness. As a child to the world, an heir to him.
And now, seeing his principles crumble in a rough rollercoaster, it mocked me every f*****g day.
‘I've failed.’
Every damn incident from all around me never ceased to remind me of my inevitable downfall. It would be better if
