The Daughter of the Führer

XXVI

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The package is bound with a red ribbon, and has a note stuck between the knot, my impulse tells me to open it, read what it says, and take a dive into the truth, but on the other side the fear of being disappointed by who I might be.
《Grandpa! We're home! 》
I hear and immediately freeze on the spot. But the mere idea that I'll be caught here and that I went through Grandma's things and took the key....
The only thing I can do for now is to get out as quickly as possible and lock the room, and hide the key. I will find another chance to get back in and open the package and the letter.
I decide to keep the key inside my skirt pocket, just in time that Uncle Carlo's figure pops out from the stairs on the corridor, he doesn't have such a calm expression, in fact he looks like he saw a ghost.
《Hello, Uncle, are you alright? 》
I ask him, and he doesn't answer me, he walks over and rests a hand on my head.
《You made us worry, don't ever do that again...》
She tells me in a worried tone.
He then extends his right hand to me, which I accept and together we walk down the stairs, towards the living room where, I already know, the whole family will be there, full of doubts and questions to ask.
《Take it easy, we've already talked about it among ourselves, you won't have to explain anything to anyone, you're free to tell anyone you want》.
She explains with a slight smile on her face, which is very reassuring and also somewhat calming.
《Oh, my poor little niece! Are you alright? Are you alright? Are you hungry? Shall I make you something to eat? 》
I'm overwhelmed by Grandma, with her billions of suffocating questions, while Grandpa, Uncle Luigi and Aunt Benedetta are on the sofa reading the newspaper, while Antonio and Marco are on the dining table doing schoolwork, while there's no sign of Aunt Teresa, she's probably still out and about, taking a stroll through the village streets.
《Zio》
I ask him in German.
《Yes, what is it? 》
He always asks me in German, understanding my intention not to be understood.
《When will I meet my father? 》
《His face turns an almost cadaverous colour, which also puts a bit of fear, looking at him....
《WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW HIM, THAT BASTARD!!》
His gaze incites complete rage, which attracts the attention, of the whole family who jump in fright as soon as they hear their uncle's screams of anger.
《Your father is a monster and you must never meet him! He doesn't know where you are and you don't know who he is! Just as well! 》
He tells me, almost spitting out the sentences.
《Carlo, calm down! You're scaring her! What happened, what did she ask you? 》
Grandma asks, shocked by her uncle's unexpected and unusual behaviour.
《You think I wanted to take you away from Switzerland except that I want to keep you safe! And now you, after all my sacrifices, want to meet that damned father of yours! 》
Immediately as soon as she uttered the last sentence, the chatter in the house fell silent in total silence, Grandma's eyes were wide open, and Uncle Luigi ran over and arrived in time, standing next to her to hold her up before she fell to the ground unconscious.
《You can't hide the truth from me forever!》
After that, I run up the stairs avoiding Uncle Carlo's arms, who wanted to stop me to continue the conversation, but by a whisker he grazes me.
I lock myself in my room, I know that if I tried to hide in mum's room, they would find out my fact... and already the situation is not the best...
It goes to my head that they won't even tell me my name, just my name or a photograph, no big deal. It is my right to know who my father is, however this can be defined as kidnapping, because I should legally live with my dad!

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