Losing my Mom to cancer at 18 was incredibly hard. I'd grown up not knowing who my Father was, she finally told me everything I needed to know before she died. Tracking him down to Italy, I hoped he'd accept me. I'd hated not having a Dad growing up, my Mom had struggled to put me through school, working two dead end jobs. Turned out she knew how sick she was, we just couldn't afford the Doctor's fees. Going to Italy changes my life for the better, just not in the way I was expecting it to.