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 am very pleased to say that I was successful in getting the bed on the plane.
And I had an amazing, fulfilling, fat nap.
I was gently woken up by Harry and told to get back into my seat and put my seatbelt on as we were landing.
As I get back to my seat, I pass a sulking Taylor, "no one likes a pouter," I slap his shoulder.
I gracefully step over his foot that he pushed out to try trip me over.
I take my seat next to Noah and do up my seatbelt.
"You excited?" He turns to me with a wide grin.
He's asked me this question many times recently.
"I am excited," I give him the same reply he's gotten the multiple times before and smile as his face brightens even more, which I wouldn't have believed was impossible.
It's sweet how happy he is right now.
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Having my little sister sat on the seats in front of me whilst we're on our way to Italy feels almost like a dream.
Which I'd argue is understandable due to the fact that this was a dream every one of my brothers had experienced during some point of her absence.
And I have to repeatedly remind myself that this is actually happening.
She's here. And we're going to Italy. Where our father was buried.
Chiara is still unaware of where our father is, and why he isn't with us. I can tell she's curious, though, I see the glint in her eyes all the time when she sees the framed photos from what felt like a whole lifetime ago hung up on the walls of our home.
However, how do I tell her that our father killed himself due to his pain of her's and Aimee's absence?
That he died mentally 14 years ago when his wife left him with no warning with their only daughter, then physically dying over ten years ago. Exactly three days after my eighteenth birthday.
He suffered for four years, just surviving until I turned eighteen. Old enough to gain custody over my younger brothers, old enough to claim my position as Don of the Italian mafia and old enough to continue the search for Chiara.
I do feel sympathy for my father, however I can't help but feel a slight sense of resentment towards him, the same resentment I hold against Aimee.
He had six children at home, but found it somehow easier to ignore that and wallow over the loss of his wife. His love.
I had parents for the first 14 years of my life, then I became a parental figure for four years. Then I officially became the guardian of five teenage boys at eighteen years old.
However, looking over at all six of my younger siblings, I do feel proud of the way that I got them all to this point.
By myself.
And I can say for sure that till the day I die, I will be that pillar to lean on, their safety and their rock.
And I will continue as always to do it with pride.
(ANOTHER SHORT ONE THATS WHY ITS A .5
I AM OFFICIALLY WIPED IUT GUYS
ALSO, I THINK IT NEEDS TO BE TALKED ABOUT HOW DIRTY MINDED MY EMOJI SUGGESTIONS ARE
HERES AN EXAMPLE THT I MIGHTVE GIGGLED AT:
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LIKE FYM I TYPE 'PROTECTUON' AND MY KEYBOARD IS JUST LIKE 😜😀
