Prologue:
My Name's Sierra Sitting alone in front of my grandmother's coffin and hearing people whispering about my case made me feel unwanted. I never wanted to become a liability for anyone. I tried my hardest to become someone who will always be useful. That never worked out for me at all. Ever since my mother abandoned me, my grandmother kept me alive. She sent me to school, cooked food for me and loved me more than anyone did. I was at hell before I came to know heaven. As a child, I knew the meaning of divorce. It means I would never see both of them happy ever again.
My mother divorced my father for reasons I can't meagerly understand as a child. Just like that, I never saw them again. "Your mother did not abandon you, she just needs time to think about things" She would always tell me that with a kindred smile. She would invite me to the porch at night and she will ask me to look up in the sky. She'd say, "I'm sure even now your mother still thinks of you"
I cried at that time, knowing that my grandmother is too kind to let me in the truth- that I wasn't waiting for anybody and they left me because I was an obstacle to their lives. But now, looking at her, lifeless and all boxed up, I tried to cry but no tears came out. I tried to mourn but no more feelings came out. I tried to say goodbye but I guess she won't hear me anymore.
Still, no one will notice my despair or even the lying heart, which screams for her affection one more time. "Ms. Sierra?" I look up and saw a gentleman, his face I've seen before. He was a friend of my grandmother and has been here in the house for several occasions.
"Mr. Domini," I whispered with the voice I can muster to voice out. He smiled and patted me on the head. "You're a strong child." He said. He asked me if he can take the seat beside me and I nodded my head sheepishly. As he settled himself down on the chair, he smiled a reminiscing one.
"Lulu was a great woman you know? She always told me how much she loved you." His voice sounded so warm and kind it made me tear as he reaffirmed my grandmother's love for me. I knew I was loved. Hearing that again from a man who was close to her made it so real, she missed how her grandmother said it to her.
"And I do too." I tried to keep my sobs low.
"Actually, she told me something before she died." He handed me a piece of paper with some scribbles on it. There was a name on it that spelled, "Leone.. what is this?" I asked.
"Hes' your uncle."
My eyes widened.
I had an uncle?
