ɪꜱᴀʙᴇʟʟᴇ'ꜱ ᴘᴏᴠ: (Family Doctor)
Stepping back into this familiar space after a two-year absence, I'm met with a mix of nostalgia and melancholy.
Alessia and I were inseparable even before she married Nicolo
I didn't approve of her involvement with him because her delicate nature, like the softest petal, deserved a gentle love, not the harsh, spiky embrace of a man like him.
I took it upon myself to be her constant companion, watching over her as she navigated the world with a heart full of kindness, even towards those who might not deserve it, and I found a strange sense of satisfaction in it.
But she persuaded me, and as it turned out, they were the perfect match - intense, passionate, and utterly charming.
Alessia always used to scold me about my prejudgement over everything and i would laugh in her face while pulling her cheeks due to my carefree nature for which i had to make it up to her by buying her her favourite ice-cream, cookies and cream.
With every breath, their love had grown, until finally, they stood together, hand in hand, forever entwined.
Soon after their marriage,
Nicolo and I constantly bickered over who knew Alessia best ,but our disagreements ceased when Alessia suggested I become our family doctor while I was in medical school.
As her children grew, I was delighted to be their doctor, and although I was willing to accept lower pay, my earnings actually rose.
The most sincere out all boys was Enzo, the kid Alessia and Nicolo decided to adopt when his family had been badly attacked upon because of a person they believed the most but actually deceived them.
They had been an ally of "L'Ordine della Morte" (name of the mafia of the De Luca family)
(The Order Of Death)
When Celeste was to be born, I made it a point to spend quality time with Alessia, often banishing Nicolo from the room for some much-needed girl time.
We talked to her in Alessia's belly, made up songs and sang to her, told her stories, mostly Alessia because I wanted Celeste to recognise her mother's voice first.
Even before her arrival, I felt a deep emotional connection to Celeste, and as she grew, I loved and cared for her the same way i did for the boys...or even more
Bringing her toys, playing with her when Alessia was sick or weak, everything I could do.
Maybe because the experience of being a mother was snatched from me cruelly by my own deceiving husband
When they were taken, a light within me was extinguished, plunging my world into darkness and despair.
I remember the desperation of banging on Nicolo's door, blaming him for everything, but he just stood there, numb and unresponsive, mirroring my own emotional paralysis.
I cried for hours on the porch before collecting myself and ghosting everyone.
I frequently checked in on Alessia's kids, providing a shoulder to cry on, and despite their usual reserve, they were so overwhelmed that they poured out their emotions to me for hours
It was heartbreaking to see Emiliano and Louis, just 11 years old, struggling to cope with the trauma they had endured.
Their lives were forever shattered, leaving them enveloped in a melancholy sadness, a grief so intense it became a constant companion, a reminder of all they had lost, as they stood at the door, waiting for a reunion that would never come
Nicolo isolated himself, locking himself away in his room, unable to cope with the anguish that had become his new reality.
As the years went by with no sign of their return, they resumed their daily routines, but a sense of emptiness and joylessness lingered, leaving them feeling like hollow shells, going through their lives without purpose.
But, they never stopped their search for Alessia and Celeste
They both were in my daily prayers, etched into my memory forever, Alessia's words and Celeste's laughter forever burned into my consciousness like a scar.
I felt like a part of me had been ripped away. Their memories consumed me, manifesting in vivid hallucinations that blurred the lines between reality and my grief-stricken imagination.
After a lot of days with me being not able to properly function or sleep, i took therapy and with a lot of practice, got back to being a doctor for nicolo.
And today looking at Celeste, I could not hold back from hugging her.
Alessia's got to be here, somewhere, I'll find her...
She must be thinking I would not come
Oh, we have a lot to catch up on, I'll sweep her into a warm, lingering hug, eager to make up for lost time, I'll tell her how restless my days have been without her, I'll listen how her days were and while she tells it, I would make sure to hold her close and let her know she is now safe.
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ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴘᴏᴠ:
Isabelle ran to hug Celeste but Celeste clung on to her brother's leg hardly and he picked her up.
Isabelle turned to look at Nicolo and he moved his head negatively.
"Where is Alessia" she looked around
"Is she sleeping ?" She said while running upstairs
"Isabelle!" Nicolo called with urgency in his voice, but his voice faltered
"Zia, non vai!" Alessio called out
(aunt, don't go!)
Bliss and optimism had her floating on cloud nine and she barged in the room, ignoring everyone.
𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞) , 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢! (◍•ᴗ•◍)
𝙷𝚒 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚜! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍... 𝚂𝚘 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍.
𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 :))). 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏!! 𝙱𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚈, 𝙱𝚈𝙴!
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