The compassionate kidnapper

New life

Seven past fifteen in the morning...

Some quiet noise woke me up and I slowly opened my eyes on the bed. I lay down for a while before I got up, then I sighed, and then I went to the kitchen, looking at them gathered at the breakfast table after they finished preparing it, discussing their daily conversations at the table in a loving way.

_ I greeted them in the morning, and they returned it with a loving smile.

_ Good morning, my dear. Come to have breakfast
Clarin's father, with cheerful and kind expressions:
_ Come on... Come on, hurry up and eat our food today
And he goes on to say...

- Never mind, my daughter Rossana. Clarine told me everything. This is your father. He has not changed a day. I have known him since we were in high school, but fortunately for me, I did not get very close to him. I advised him many times, but he is always stubborn and his heart does not soften for anything, and neither does Clarin. She said that you want to rely on yourself. This is a good step for you. I have a friend that I will talk to to look for a small house for you.
Moreover, your work will be with me in the café, and I will teach you how to manage it. I know that you are smart and act quickly.

_ This is too much for me. Thank you. I promise that I will work hard and live up to your expectations.

He gives me a confident look and a bright smile.

_ Ha ha aha it's the miserable Rossana again. Dad, don't let her work with you because she will accidentally burn down the café and you will regret it after that.

_ Be silent, even if only for a little while, you idiot. Know your limits and do not talk during food
- Don't worry, Clarence, I'm used to it. You know, Clarence, you're like a little puppy
He looked at me with a gentle look of anger and a frown on his face.
Let's go. The school bus came and it was late. He carried his bag and whispered in my ear:

_I will take revenge on you when I return, Rossana. Then he quickly went to his bus

_ I laughed at his gentle reaction, despite his constant quarrel, but he is cute with a plump face and hair with golden threads, and when he is angry, his cheeks and nose turn red.

For the first time, I have a morning that makes me feel the value of family and I am filled with happiness
For the first time, I feel the sunrise, its warm rays gently penetrating my heart

Clarin's father took me to work in his car, and during the way he felt my sadness while I was distracted, looking at the road through the car window.
_I know you haven't worked before, but you will love the place and do well
I interrupted my distraction and paid attention to him to smile.
We arrived at the café. It was very beautiful, with its wooden tables and chairs. It was arranged simple and elegant. It served coffee and all kinds of cakes and chocolate. Here some people were waiting for it to open. With the onset of cold weather, the demand for hot chocolate increased.
I was listening to him as he dictated the work rules to me, and I paid attention to him with concentration, memorized everything, and started directly to work, and there was a worker helping me.
Clarin's father warns me:

_Okay, I will go and I will come back to help you at noon

I was nervous at the beginning of my new job, but it is good that there is someone who helps me, it is the worker in the café
_ He says hello to him and I say hello. My name is Matteo and I have been working here for a while

_ Nice to meet you, Matteo. This is Rossana’s first time working

_ He laughs lightly. So, since this is your first job, I will help you

I worked hard and with all my energy, as if this was my hard work, trying to forget what my father said and how he did not ask about me. He did not even have compassion in his heart. I envy him for the cruelty he carries, the complete opposite of me.
Talking to myself like this brought tears to my eyes, but I heard Matteo calling me:

_Rossana, bring some coffee to make coffee. One of the customers wants it hot like this now.

_Okay, Matthew.

I continued working, even though I was tired, but I was enjoying myself until it was time for my lunch break...

_ At exactly twelve and forty-five in the afternoon

_ Hello guys again, how did work go today?

_ Matteo replied, Welcome, sir, it is good, and here is the good news today. Rossana worked hard, and even the customers loved her and said that she was beautiful and good-looking.

_ Aha.. It's really nice to hear that, my daughter, are you okay?!

_ Yes.. Yes, fine. The work was enjoyable.

- When you start your studies, you come to work after your work ends, and I found a very small house for you in the same neighborhood where we live so that you can be close to us and Claren so that you can go to university together.

_ I wish my father was like you. Thank you. I will never forget your kindness and support.

- Don't worry. I'm like your father. Your goat is Claren's goat. Don't worry.

Time passes and the evening comes, and between work and my new life there is a thread of sadness connected to them that drags me to it every moment I try to forget.
When we closed the café, I did not go to Claren's house, but rather to the new house to see that it was very small, but it was large enough for me and needed a little cleaning. I searched to light a candle and spent a whole night surrounded by loneliness, and despite my maturity to the point of feeling that I was still a frightened child who lost no father or father. No mom.....

_End of the third part_

Rossana is happy with her work despite her extreme sadness

I wonder what the next days have in store for her?

Will her father miss her?