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《What! So I'm your sister's daughter! But then why are you helping me? Shouldn't you hate me because your sister didn't want me and my father forced her? 》
I see him hesitate a little and then turn completely in my direction.
《Because, you're the exact image of your mother, and yet you were born under a marriage, so in a sense of responsibility, you're my niece!》
《I bet you don't want me to call you Uncle》
《Exactly.》
Having said that, he starts the car again, and turns on the music to break the uncomfortable silence between us.
The road is still long, but at least Carlo has taken the road by the lake, the more scenic one, which takes a few minutes longer than the other, but at least I can enjoy looking out the window.
In the end we have lunch at home, Uncle Carlo said that not too far from the house is the town centre, and also the library, I bet that will be the place I'll be most of the time!
We've been on the motorway for quite a while now, it's 10.30am and we're near Parma, an Italian city, Uncle Carlo has promised to take me there for a visit. And to taste the world-famous Parma ham.
It's about three hours to the San Marino border, Uncle lives there.
《Uncle, aren't you afraid that the Germans will find out that you took me away and didn't go to work?
I ask him, and he replies as if I'm talking about the easiest and most unrelated thing.
《But I'm going to work.》
Wasn't he taking me to his house?
《But aren't we going to San Marino, that is, to your house?》
He looks at me and says.
《You see, I work there. I only spend 3 months of the year with my 'grandparents', the rest of the year I stay here in Italy.
I share the house with my parents, my brother and his little family. You'll get used to it. Or you get used to it.》
He says, so I'll live in a big house with my uncle and my relatives.
Uncle says I'm a copy of mum, so. Maybe they'll accept me easily, I hope so....
《Will he like me? 》
He looks at me and agrees with a slight smile on his face.
《Yes, besides your looks, you also have your mum's character. My mum will love you as soon as she sees you, I didn't warn them of your arrival. To avoid the radio or phone being tapped. You understand right, to everyone you are my daughter okay, it's just a cover.》
I nod.
《Of course, Dad》
I say bursting out laughing, making Uncle Carlo laugh too.
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The Daughter of the Führer
Historical FictionThis story, it's not an insult to anyone, it's just a story that appeared to me in a dream of mine, so if you don't like it, there's nothing I can do about it. But if you want to suggest some new scenes, I am always ready to accept new ideas, of an...
