After working non-stop at the crappy diner in my home town, I'd finally scraped enough money together to fly to Italy, where I'd tracked my Father down to.
After searching on the Internet, and putting all the details in that Mom had given me, I found out he was some big shot millionaire. This made my blood boil. If he had so much money, why couldn't he have helped Mom out? Maybe she'd still be here if he had.
Arriving in Italy, I loved it immediately. It was such a beautiful place to be.
Getting checked into the small hotel I'd rented a room at, I caught up on some sleep. Determined to start my search tomorrow, bright and early.
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Millionaire's Unknown Daughter
RandomLosing my Mom to cancer at 18 was incredibly hard. I'd grown up not knowing who my Father was, she finally told me everything I needed to know before she died. Tracking him down to Italy, I hoped he'd accept me. I'd hated not having a Dad growing up...
