My name is Adma, and I come from a small, sunlit village on the northern coast of Sicily. I suppose my life might seem quiet to someone from far away, but no, it's far from that.
I am 16 and I am named for the earth—"Adma," my mother says, means "ground" or "soil." She gave me that name because she thought it would keep me steady, rooted, and close to the things that matter most. And I believe it has, because even though I dream of distant lands and read of great adventures, it is here, in my home, with my family and faith, that I feel at peace.
Faith is a part of everything I do. My family has always been devout, and my days often revolve around the small church at the center of our town. Every Sunday, we gather there, dressed in our best clothes, and walk up the hill to Mass. Sometimes, when the choir sings, I close my eyes and imagine our voices rising up like smoke, reaching all the way to heaven.
Outside of church, I spend a lot of time with my mother, especially in the kitchen. Our family's kitchen is the heart of the house—a place filled with warmth and the rich smells of tomato sauce, fresh basil, and warm bread. My mother has taught me how to knead dough until it's soft and stretchy, to stir the sauce slowly so it doesn't stick, and to sprinkle just the right amount of salt. I love these little tasks, the way they feel ancient and meaningful, like I'm a part of something much larger than myself.
This is my story.
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RomanceAdma is a quiet, strong-willed young woman, burdened by the weight of her past. Born in Sicily, she carries the trauma of losing family and enduring emotional turmoil. Her life is a delicate balance between her cultural roots and the pain she hides...
