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Life turned upside down

Sofia Bianchi's apartment was a sanctuary of stillness—the kind that wraps around you like a heavy blanket, smothering the life out of every corner. It was the kind of quiet that made you painfully aware of your own thoughts, each one echoing louder than the last. She longed for the familiar sounds of her father's voice, warm and full of life as he bantered with Maria, her stepmother, over something trivial in the kitchen. Or the sweet, unfiltered laughter of her baby sister, Ivy, filling the space with joy. But those sounds were gone now, replaced by the deafening silence of loss.

Sofia wiped away a tear that had slipped past her defenses and focused on the steaming cup of coffee before her. The bitter aroma filled the small kitchen, mingling with the faint, lingering scent of croissants from the Italian bakery down the street—a weak attempt to replicate the comforts of home. Today was supposed to be a day of celebration—her graduation day, a milestone she'd worked tirelessly toward. But the anticipation of this moment had been stolen from her, replaced by the hollow ache of absence.

She should have been surrounded by family, their voices cheering her on as she walked across the stage to receive her diploma. Instead, she was alone, drowning in the responsibility that had been thrust upon her. Her father and Maria were gone, leaving her as the sole guardian of two-year-old Ivy—a role she never imagined she would play at such a young age. Ivy was with Marco, her older brother, for the day, safe under the watchful eyes of his wife, Stella. It was a small mercy, giving Sofia the space to confront the day's emotional weight without worrying about her sister's well-being.

Sofia sipped her coffee, the heat scalding her throat but failing to melt the lump lodged there. She had always been resilient, a trait she inherited from her father—a stubborn Italian man who faced every challenge head-on. But this was different. The burden of raising Ivy, of ensuring her sister's future while balancing her own aspirations, was like an anchor dragging her into a deep, dark sea. Financial worries gnawed at her, and the relentless pressure of being the perfect role model, the perfect sister, threatened to crush her.

The clock on the wall ticked with an urgency that mirrored her own heartbeat, reminding her that time was slipping away. If she didn't leave soon, she would be late. With a deep breath, Sofia set her cup down and hurried to her bedroom, her movements sharp and efficient. She slipped into her graduation gown, the fabric heavy with the significance of the day. Adjusting the robe around her shoulders, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her dark brown hair framed her face in loose waves, her brown eyes reflecting the determination that had gotten her this far, tempered by the sadness that had taken root in her soul.

At just 5'4", Sofia was small in stature, but what she lacked in height, she made up for in spirit. She was fierce, unafraid to speak her mind—a firecracker of a woman who never backed down from a fight. But today, the fight was with herself, with the overwhelming emotions threatening to pull her under. She tightened the cap on her head, adjusting the tassel with a steady hand. "You can do this," she whispered to her reflection. "For Ivy."

A sudden buzz from her phone on the nightstand broke the silence, pulling her from her thoughts. It was a message from Marco, her brother, her rock.

Marco: Ready to go? I'm waiting downstairs.

Sofia took a moment to compose herself, drawing strength from the knowledge that Marco was there, waiting for her. She grabbed her purse and headed out the door, her steps purposeful, each one taking her closer to the moment she had been both dreading and anticipating.

Outside, the day was deceptively beautiful, the sun shining brightly as if mocking the storm of emotions raging inside her. Marco was leaning against his car, his tall, broad-shouldered frame a reassuring presence. He had always been the one she could rely on, the one who had taken on the role of protector after their father's death. His dark hair was neatly combed, his brown eyes—so similar to hers—filled with a quiet strength that mirrored her own.