DANICA RUSSIO
Don't make a mountain out of a mole hill. That's what I have told myself for years now. Don't make little things, big situations. How am I supposed to do that though? When I was a child all I ever saw were mountains. My father seemed to be the most unsurpassed one. He wasn't physically a large man. Not at all. But, when it came to who he was. He was a giant. As Brazil's self appointed "cartel king," my father was cruel and unwavering. The things that he did to me, his own daughter, were never influenced by love or compassion. Nope. He was ruthless.
By the time I was 8-years-old I was trained to kill. My reflexes were fast, moves were elite, and my heart was broken. My mother was gentle but I never would have called her weak. She stood toe to toe with the man my nightmare's
