The wedding night

Episode 46-The plan

"Forever is a long time."

Music played: if the world was ending by jp Saxe feat Julia Michaels.

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Melody POV

I was ready to face my past but on getting to the two-storey orphanage home where I grew up, I found it hard to go inside.

Was I ready to face my past? Was I ready to find out about my family?

Those were the endless thoughts that filled my head as I stared up at the building but like always, Lorena encouraged me to overcome my fears.

"It's going to be okay, I'm always here." She assured me.

"What about me?" Hope pouted and I found it cute.

"We are always here," Lorena corrected herself. I smiled at both of them. I was happy I had them because I couldn't do without them. After Giovanni gave orders that I shouldn't come to the office, I spent three days recuperating and planning how I was going to face my past.

"Let's go in," Lorena's voice bought me out of my thought. "è tempo di affrontare il tuo passato, qualunque cosa accada, lo supereremo(it time to face your past, whatever happens, we will overcome it)" it be long since I heard her speak Italian and hearing it again bought a smile to my face.

Its time.

Together with my family, we walked into the orphanage home. The serenity around the place was overwhelming, the children played happily in the playground and it made me remember the past when I played around with sister Mary.

"Hello," the receptionist greeted us warmly when she sees us. After I came back to Mecianda and visited the orphanage home, I made sure to come to visit once in two weeks. It was my home and I'll never forget that.

"Hi," I replied her with a smile. "Where is sister Mary? I need to see her." I requested. The expression on the young nun's face soon changes to a sad one.

"Come with me," she instructed. Lorena and I exchanged looks before following her. She took us to a room I always recognized as sister Mary's. When she opened the door, the first thing I saw was a body on a bed. It was sister Mary laying on the bed with her eyes closed. "Sister Mary had been sick for a while now. The doctor said it was due to old age."

"Why didn't you inform me?" I almost shouted but lowered my voice when I saw sister Mary move.

"Melody," I heard sister Mary call my name with a weak tone.

"Sister Mary," I rushed to her side. "Why didn't you tell me?" I cried.

"I'm fine my daughter," she assured me. Her hands found my hair and she caressed it gently like she always did when I was a child. "My beautiful child."

"Mother," I cried out and hugged her tightly. "Mother," I repeated.

Sister Mary wrapped her arms around my neck and we both cried in each other's arms. I wasn't ready to let go of her yet. "I'm sorry my child," she whispered.

A few minutes later, we sat down on the chairs in sister Mary's room. After our breakdown, I asked sister Mary about my past. She heaved a sigh before she started the story.

"I knew you will come to ask me about this one day." She smiled at me and I returned the smile. "It was a rainy day, I saw you outside the gate of the orphanage home. You were trembling. I helped you inside and when I asked about your name, you didn't remember. "