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By the way, who knows what my daddy is like? Do I look like him, or am I more like my mum, will we have any skills or characteristics in common? All I know about him is that he's German and that he's currently in Germany, a doubt that's been haunting me for a while is that he could also be like Alex, in the soldiers in black?
《Linda, come down, Uncle Carlo owes you an apology and you owe him just as much.》
《Aunt Benedetta's voice asks me, she is the most pacifist and sensitive one in the family, she doesn't like quarrels in general, but especially those within the family.
《I have nothing to apologise for, if you don't reveal it to me, I'll go to the town hall to find out for myself! 》
I answer her, and after my reply I hear quick footsteps moving away from the landing, she most likely went downstairs to report what I told her, to everyone, so I better prepare myself for Uncle's anger, because if she goes upstairs, it won't end well.
《Are you coming down for dinner?》
I hear outside the door, Grandma.
I don't want to make her feel bad, but seeing her or Uncle Carlo's face, makes me angry, Grandma I'm sorry I made her take a hit, with my question, while I'm angry with Uncle Carlo, for yelling at me, just for a simple question!
《No. I'm not hungry.》
I answer him, and before he left downstairs I hear him sigh. 《I know Grandma, I'm not the best granddaughter you could have, but I can't stay here and keep quiet by being a good and pretty doll. I grew up with two robbers, who pretended to be my family, then Grandma Adelaide, and her family, and Jakob, who knows what happened to them?
And Uncle Carlo who brought me here leaving Aunt Beatrix alone in Switzerland...
Tomorrow, after school, I'll go to the town hall, maybe I'll find Alex there, he'll help me, or at least I hope so...
If not I have to open the letter he sent to mum, and that way I'll know for sure who he is, and exactly where he is.
Even if they want to protect me, that doesn't mean I don't want to know, he's my father! Not the postman's name!
I just hope they don't convince Antonio and Marco, to talk to me about apologising to their uncle...
I wonder why this night is lasting longer than normal... maybe I can look at the sky from the clearing on the roof, after all it is always part of my room, and nobody forbids me to go there.
Because I have a window that creaks and squeaks, so I'll never make it so I don't get caught, and I'll get scolded for a change... the longest and most complicated day of my life...
Even the sky is playing tricks on me today, it has turned cloudy it will probably rain tomorrow.
Not a single star can be seen, they're up there resting softly above the clouds, while I'm up here on the roof looking at the gloomy sky...
Better rest tomorrow after school, I'll pay a sweet little visit to Alex.
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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...
