𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

𝟐𝟔| 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝

ANTHEA

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I woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of my parents' laughter. I smiled to myself, knowing that this was going to be a good day. We were heading to one of my favorite places - Monets, a beautiful botanical garden filled with colorful flowers and serene ponds.

As I got dressed and made my way downstairs, I could hear my parents discussing the day's plans. My mom was overflowing with excitement, which was contagious. She had always been a lover of nature and Monets was like her happy place.

As we hopped in the car, my dad turned on some music and I couldn't help but sing along. My parents laughed and joined in, making the car ride even more enjoyable. We arrived at Monets and I couldn't contain my excitement. I practically skipped my way through the entrance, eager to explore every inch of the garden.

As we strolled through the garden, my parents and I took turns taking pictures of each other amidst the colorful backdrop. My mom's favorite was the endless fields of sunflowers, while my dad was more enamored by the lily ponds. I, on the other hand, loved everything - from the delicate roses to the towering trees.

As we found a spot to have our picnic lunch, my parents and I reflected on our lives. We reminisced about old memories and made plans for our future adventures. My parents always made it a point to involve me in their plans and decisions, making me feel valued and loved.

After our lunch, we continued to explore the garden, taking turns guessing the names of different flowers and plants. My parents' knowledge never ceased to amaze me, and it was always a learning experience being with them. We basked in the warm sun and enjoyed each other's company for the rest of the day.

As the sun started to set, we made our way back to the car. My heart was full and my cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Monets had once again brought our family closer together and created memories that would last a lifetime.

As we drove back home, I couldn't help but feel grateful for my parents. They were my best friends, my confidants, and my biggest supporters. I knew that no matter what, they would always be there for me, just like how we had each other's back in the garden.

I leaned my head against the car window and watched the world go by, feeling content and happy. Nothing could ever beat a day at Monets with my amazing parents.

I stood in front of the gravestones, staring at the names etched into the cold stone. My parents. My heart clenched as I remembered the last time I saw them, alive and laughing. Now, they were gone, leaving me alone in this cruel world.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I tried to blink them away, but they streamed down my cheeks uncontrollably. I couldn't help it, the emotions were overwhelming.

Anthea Enyo, the ruthless leader, crying in a cemetery. It was a sight that would shock my enemies, but they didn't know the truth. They didn't know that under this tough exterior lies a broken little girl who lost her parents at a young age.

I knelt down, tracing the letters of their names with my fingers. It felt like a lifetime ago when I promised them I would always protect them. And I failed. I couldn't save them from the hands of our rivals.

Guilt washed over me, along with the sadness. If only I had been stronger, smarter, maybe they would still be here. But I couldn't change the past, no matter how much I wanted to.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. I couldn't afford to show weakness, especially not in a place like this. But the tears kept flowing, and I couldn't stop them.

Resting my head against the cold stone, I let out a sob. It was a release, a way for me to finally let out all the pent up emotions I've been holding in for so long.

"I miss you, mom and dad," I whispered, my voice shaking. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I'll make those responsible pay, I promise."

As the words left my lips, I felt a sense of determination wash over me. I may be the leader of a powerful mafia, but deep down, I was still that little girl who wanted revenge for her parents.

I wiped away my tears and stood up, facing the graves with a newfound strength. I knew what I had to do, what my parents would have wanted me to do. And I would do it, no matter the cost.

The tears had stopped, but the pain and sadness remained. They would always be a part of me, a reminder of the love I lost. But I couldn't let it consume me, not when I had a family to protect and a legacy to uphold.

With one last glance at their gravestones, I turned and walked away. But this time, my heart was filled with a newfound determination, ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead.

I may be a mafia leader, but at the core, I was still Anthea Enyo, the little girl who missed her parents and would do anything to avenge them.