Chiara Daveys is loving a good life in England - if you ignore her constant struggle with food, lack of a guardian and how she's constantly working to pay the bills.
At 17 years old, she's been unaware of her 6 brothers who have spent the 14 years o...
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I've known Chiara since she was three.
I've watched her grow up into the young adult she is today and I can say with my whole heart I'm the proudest of her.
She's my favourite person. My munchkin.
And we've stuck by each other since my parents and her mother became friends all those years ago.
She's always been like a little sister to me, and I am older brother figure to her.
And now she has her real brothers.
I don't know what to make of the situation. I know she's going to be too far away for me to simply walk over to her house and see her, but I keep trying to push that thought to the back of my mind.
But, as her brothers sat at my family dining table opposite myself and Chiara, it was pretty hard to force it out of my mind.
What has also been difficult to forget is Chiara's eating disorder.
We've never labelled it, but it's clear as day what she had. What she's hopefully recovered from.
It's never been too extreme to the point of hospitalisation, but it was serious.
And watching her push her food around her plate this evening, I can't help but wonder if it's coming back.
Since she recovered a year ago, I've still always been making sure she's still eating. I never wanted her to slip back into old habits that will have bad effects on her mental and physical wellbeing.
Is this move seriously the best thing for her?
She doesn't even know these brothers, but she knows me. And she knows that group of four boys. And she knows she can always come to us for comfort.
But she won't be able to come to us if she's in another part of the world.
I pull her in for an extra tight hug. She'll be leaving in a few days. And this will be one of the last times I'll see her.
"I love you millions, Oscar," she says into my chest.
I squeeze her closer to me, "I love you billions, Munchkin."
She pulls away and smiles up at me as I smooth my hand over her curls as I always do.
I'll always protect this girl as if she were my real sister. Even if I have to do from over seas.
The door closes after she's gotten into Giovanni's car and he's driven away.
My mum comes over to me and squeezed my upper arm, "it's for the better," she sympathises.
I nod stiffly.
"This place was doing no good for her. Especially living in that house after dear Aimee died. The poor girl," she shakes her head.
For the better.
(AN - DEFINITELY A SHORTIE.
I think I'm okay to say that the .5 chapters are going to be...something. Buckle up guys😭)
