Famiglia

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Namaari Romano POV

"Famiglia" means family and family is people who you can always depend on no matter what you have or haven't done. I know I have a limited selection of family since I don't have anyone but my father. "Padre" means father and a father is supposed to cherish and love his daughter. Something my father doesn't and never has done. My padre is extremely hurtful and abusive yet no matter what he does to me I come back to him over and over. I break my back for him but I know somewhere in my head he wouldn't do the same. Does it hurt to know that? Yes it does but when you love someone you toughen up and live with it no matter how much pain you feel. When my mom died giving birth to me everyone said my dad became cold. With becoming cold he became an acholic and a drug addict. I know my father loves me somewhere in his heart. It may be deep deep deep down but it's down there.

}Present Time{

"Ugh" I groan as I hear my alarm on my clock goes off for me to get ready for another miserable day.  First I have to go to school and then I head to work at the little café by my house. To be honest I try to never go home so I don't get any beatings from my padre. I pick up extra shifts when I can but if I can't then I just stay at the café and study till around 8pm. I have saved up enough money to get pay bills and provied nessacities but no wants. Most of the time I have to hide the money I save so mi padre won't go out and by drugs with it. 

 At this point I'm all the way awake and I start doing my hygien. After I take a shower I brush my teeth and go to my dresser to pick out on outfit for the day. After thinking for a good 5 mintues I settle on blue high waisted jeans, and a light brown knit sweater with some light pink vans I got from a friend at work. After I get dress I figured it's time to do my hair, but I want to do something that is simple yet effective. So I pull my hair back into a half up bun half down.

Once I'm finally done getting ready I quietly make my way down stairs to leave. But I see mi padre passed out in his own puke. I knew I might wake him up, but I didn't just wann leave him like that. So I cleaned him up and put him some pain killers and water on the table for him when he wakes up. I kiss his forhead before I leave.  "Ti amo, non importa cosa papa."  As I walk to school I think about how it would be if all my problems were solved. But I know they won't be. But that's ok becasue I've gotten used to this part of my life. 

Before I know it I'm at school and I'm walking to class. At school I'm the black sheep and when I try to make friends everyone is just thinks I'm a baby. But honesty I don't care! Even though they hurt my feeling I will still be mind to them because it's just how my heart feels and I always follow my heart.

}After School{

Surprisingly today at school wasn't bad. I was jsut relaxing by myself and no one bothered me at all. Looks life today it starting off good today. Now we jsut have to wait and see what happens when I get home after work. As I walk through the door I am greeted by my manger Celine. She is the sweetest person I've met. She might be in her early sixties but she still got it going on. " Hey Maari can you please serve those gentlemen at table three?" Celine says as I clock in. I respond with " Of course just let me get my apron."

Once I get my self situated I wlak over to the men. I know I shouldn't think like this but these men are hansome. They have all have tattooes and they are all talk and have muscles. But the one that stands out the most has light hazel eye with alot more tattooes than the others. And he is little taller than the others.

 "Good evening do you know what your ordering?" I ask

"Umm actually no would you mind giving us a recommondation?" The hansome man says

"Oh yes sir. If I'm being honest I love the choclate enclairs, and just because I make them" I say with a giggle

"Well with that all three us would like one please."

"Will that be all today sir?" I ask

"Yes, thank you"


Her outfit and hair

Her outfit and hair

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 "Ti amo, non importa cosa papa.": I love you no matter what daddy 


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