Love Never Dies...a Mafia Love Story

The beginning

I don't know what should I call it, a love story, or just ,the story of my life. It is not heroic nor is it filmy but a story filled with romance which calls for complications as well as brings out the real me.
I was just 10 when my mother died I knew this because I saw it nobody told me how did she die nor that was it a suicide or murder or any other health issues. Till date nobody speaks about her death. Infact even dad who was cried the most while embracing me hadn't put up a photo in the house or in his wallet. My maternal family included my aunt ,a widow, who was always by my side like my mother and my grand parents who got paralysed and then died after my mom. My mom's death brought in the maturity of an 18 year old in me I became even more responsible ,studious, dedicated, and focused. However facing the exam of life at a young age made me silent ,I never spoke much except about my feelings to my toy, Winkie Tinks, in my teenage my friends called it childish but in my life it was the only companion when I cried or when my happiness knew no bounds and I had scored 92% in my 10th board examinations or won the basketball match it was always there for me. It was the day which changed my life when after coming from my medical college all exhausted when my dad came in my room while I took screenshots of pictures from the net of my aspirations......
"hey" he said
"hi ,couldn't sleep?"I questioned as it was 12 am and a disciplined businessman like my dad usually is having a sound sleep or dreaming of the loans and other decisions needed to be taken in his meetings.
"how is your 3rd year going on at the medical college?. All good?"he asked. It was quite awkward for me as we never had such talks. He only asked me 'how are you?'and my daily reply would be 'fine'. I told him about my hectic schedule ,my assignments and my future aims. Then came up the main agenda of this late night father-daughter conversation
"I want to get married again. It's been a decade after your mom's death ,and now I want to..." he said in a teary voice when I interrupted him
"dad I don't want to be an obstacle by saying 'no' out of selfishness and come between your happiness if this is what you want I will surely be supportive but provided that she should..." I stopped "ummm..nothing I am with you" I kept my feelings and the truth with me so that dad doesn't know that I have lived with the truth for so many years. As he left wishing me good night I got out my books and studied till dawn to distract myself from thinking about the TRUTH that sometimes influences my beliefs in various things.
The next morning I went towards dad's room to check if he is ok but then as I was never connected to him much I left for my college.