ILANA
"Uncle," A gray-haired man with a wrinkled skinnier face smiled at me; excitement spread on his lips for our expected encounter after ten years.
"Thank God; where have you been? I have been searching for years."
I swallowed the bitterness of what I had been through as the bad memories from ten years ago followed despite my effort to bury them in the past. I bit my lower lips, pressing the agony I suffered from that my father sold me to the mafia boss as compensation for his debts.
As I stood in silence with a burden shadowing my eyes, not responding to his question. He invited me to the canteen and talked there.
I took a seat opposite to him, who came with two bottles of mineral water. She handed one to me before she landed on the chair.
I inhaled and exhaled to start my story
