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her get into my family's car and be taken to Sardinia. She no longer had living relatives, I asked

s house, because she was already an almost adult teenager and they would soon find a husband, who perhaps was not what she

was right: I freed

e. She was the daughter

ouse. My bags were ready and my father would take me to the airport. It

to leave and my moth

ake that

ke care of yourself. - He hugged me tightly. I wanted to tell her that I would never be myself again,

ve my parents from what was really happening inside me, I would do. I gently got rid of the hug and took the backpack

othes needed to

to guide myself to know which way I should go. Resabiated, I avoided asking for information, I researched it

motion, I was scared, anxious and full of expectations. I found my place and an elderly lady sat next to me wi

f hours later, my eyes were red from crying and my eyelids swollen. My hair was stuck, tangled and I never felt so similar to my sister as at

idn't need a cart. I had the address where to go, but I had never taken a taxi in my life. My father gave me money, dollars, e

worst scenarios, but

in person. Long dark brown hair, expressive light eyes and a beauty that made it clear th

ra was not from the family[12].

ok a step

You're

ve that I'm not? - He joked and I blu

for coming t

elc

obably associates, but it wasn't like in my country. Lara took me to the parking lot, where her car was and put the suitcase

Lara had only been there for some time, but

to the

a lively song on the local radio. She drove to a neighborho

well related. I was curious and would not ask questions, I would like to meet her na

ter you rest, I'll take you to a restaurant

tcase in the corner, told my family that I was fine and I was very well received. Despite m

would experience. I would enjoy every second. It wouldn't be forever. At some point, when I didn't know when, my name and

r lap. She was covered with a thin quilt, looking contemplative with the story and gave me a cozy smile. I was nev

ted?

rience. - I approached and sat in the armchair, not wanting to

me an enig

ith people we never imagine knowin

t to talk, that's fine. Anastas

did not allow me to get a job. It wasn't for the money, but so that I didn't create a routine, making it easy to monitor

counted on Lara's help to teac

the wet sand between my fingers. I always bought an ice cream cone when I got home. I took a taste for reading, going out of

n recent months, I have learned the importance of being whole, finding out who I am and fighting fo

y nights. I woke up sweaty, panting, feeling

t was no use doing a mantra that he was dead and could never hur

etimes, it was as if the two were touching

chair next to the balcony, with a mug in her hand. She seemed to have jumped out of bed with the same warm

ght? - s

forget reall

ke his normal smiles. She looked broken. - Do

d lo

and shared the quilt that was there, for the da

h a Russian[13]. Somehow, we built a call and you