Growing up, I had to fight my way to the top for everything. I had to prove myself and show I was worthy. I came from a large family and grew up in Vernazza, Italy. A very small town with a small population, my parents both worked at a local shoe factory and while they worked long days and nights, I helped take care of my younger siblings. I wasn't the oldest of the 13 kids but I was most responsible. My parents always looked to me to make sure everything was in line when they were gone. Between the years or 12-17 I stopped going to school, picked up a job at a local fruit stand, and took care of my siblings. For the longest I never had time to do stuff that interested me like, Ninjustu or Knife Throwing. I didn't pick up most of the skills I have now until after I ran away from home. I had just turned, 18 and I was getting tired of my family not appreciating me and what I did for them. I also only knew how to take care of others and didn't know how to tell people no. I had never lived for myself only for others and I was tired of it. I saved up my money and I left in the middle of the night, never said goodbye and never looked back. I regret many things in my life but although this journey was hard, I'm glad I ended up with my girls.
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A dysfunctional Family
FanfictionThis book is about the ups and downs of the Revengers I do not own any of the marvel characters
