A YEAR LATER
"And that's my project for the year, and I have no intention of adding any small or bigger details to it. In short, I'm fixed for the year with a stable goal and interceptions of future problems that might surge." I read my script out loud before submitting it for one of our class projects through email as I was still homeschooled.
The other months of my life had added a lot of difference in me, being forced to submit to isolation with no way out because it was simply so. Some months back I had let my mother know that my decision was to remain in the mafia and become a legend like my father. She had a priceless smile on when I said all those, though she tried to hide her joy I could still read through the darkness in her eyes. She was proud of me.
I couldn't just walk up
