𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝘆𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲

𝗔 𝗟𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼

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It has been a few days since I've moved to Italy. It already feels like I'm living my dream life, perfect little apartment with that home touch to it, amazing neighbors, pleasingly busy streets and children.

Innocent children running around and playing on the streets of Naples. I stopped watering my flowers, eyes softening at the sight of the little kids giggling and chasing one another around. I kept the flowering pot aside, leaned on my balcony rails and rested my head on my palms.

I've been seeing these kids since the day i moved here. Maybe because there's a school nearby. But who supervises them when they're out of school? Besides, they look too young to be in school.

Curious, my eyes darted around to spot anyone who looks like their energy is being drained by those energetic walking balls of sunshine. There wasn't any woman in sight, but a few grown men at a table.

My eyes scanned them as they spoke to each other whilst keeping their eyes on the kids. I watched one of the men in awe carrying two infants on him. My cheeks felt warm, so did my heart. Seeing grown men look after their children.

Grown men. Now that i think about it, where are their mothers? Maybe on a ladies day out? Well it didn't matter. I didn't want to seem creepy for staring at the kids for too long and went back inside, flopping on my cold sheets.

"hmm...i love my life"

The sensation of the cold untouched sheets against my skin brought pleasure to me, both mentally and physically. But unfortunately this moment couldn't last forever. If i have to live like this, i need to get a job.

Ugh, what a way to ruin my moment of relaxation and peace. I tossed my body to the side, releasing a deep exhausting sigh. Man, i already feel tired thinking about getting a job. For a little whilst, i stared at my ceiling, with an empty mind.

But then the thought of a job came rushing back in my mind. Ugh, job, job, job, work, work, work. What will i do? Is there anything that interests me?
After releasing another tiring sigh, i pushed myself out of my bed and wore appropriate clothes to go out and find a job.

I wore barely any make-up because the beautiful air and rays of Italy would gave me that natural beauty. Which also made me feel quite confident. Maybe this is why Italians are so pretty? Not only they're blessed with their beautiful genes, maybe the gods poured blessings in their environment.

I giggled at my childish thoughts and continued my adventure to hunt down a decent job. After an unfortunate couple of hours of not being able to find an interesting job, I felt like giving up for the day and wanted to crash right back in my bed.

But on my walk back home, someone putting up a poster on the school's building caught my eye. What could it be about? Once the man was done, he started handing out fliers to people who went pass by. The person seemed so anxious.

And looked like his anxiousness calmed down a few people actually considered being interested in whatever school program that was about. A smile crawled on my lips. School programs huh, i wouldn't mind volunteering for that.

I walked over to the young man, he seemed quite young. And darn was he adorable. I couldn't help but blur out some compliments right way. "oh my, i love your pink hair and freckles!". The boy seemed a bit surprised, but smiled after.