After 13 years and now on her teenage life, Antonia tried her best to be a normal teenager before taking the big responsibility of her life, to be the leader of Moretti Mafia.
Since she reached the age of 13, everything changed, never she imagined...
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"Dad, why do we have to move again? I already made friends here, and I like here, so why again?" I told him while forming my small hand into fist. At my current age of 11, I can't count how many times we have to move from different places.
We spend a year in Italy, my Mother's birthland when I was 8, then Dad hurriedly came home one time and ordered us to pack our bags that we need to leave right away. That time I didn't ask him about anything, until I found out that we were going to Russia. So we stayed there for a year, I was 9 then, until after a year we need to move again and that time in Germany.
I was so confused but my father always explained that it was because of his work.
"Gabriel, please don't asked rhetorical question because you know the answer. I warned you before don't make friends because being attached won't do any good with you and with us. Would you choose them more than your parents?" He asked dramatically which ofcourse would leave me speechless.
He will always said those words because he knew how much I love him, them. My parents gave me everything even we're not rich. My Dad will buy for me shoes, clothes and toys even the expensive one which clearly indicates how much he loves me.
"So where we will go this time?" I asked
"In America, so go and help your Mom because our flight will be in 4 hours. We have to hurry son, so chop chop." And I saw how his face changed into something; his expression was apprehensive but he said nothing, and I know that even I ask, he will never give me an answer.
I stride quickly towards my Mom's room and look for her. She's currently putting some clothes on a big trolley and motioned for me to come to her.
"Gabby, get all your clothes so that we can start packing." She softly said and pointed her finger to my closet where all my clothes are kept.
I have a lot of clothes and shoes and I know I can't bring them all, so I have to choose again and leave the rest which I'm going to put in donation.
Well, I can't throw them, because my Dad bought it for me out of his salary, out of his hardwork.
"Mom, I hate this.... I want to know why we need to leave again, Dad can't answer me, so could you? Please?" I begged her.
"Son, there are things that are hard to explain, that are hard to understand. But always remember that we're doing this for you and for us. Please don't make it hard for me?" She said in teary eyes. And I feel so guilty for making her sad. I don't like seeing her with tears because I love her so much.
"Alright Mom, and I'm sorry, I won't ask again, I trust you, you and Dad." I finally said and then turned my attention in packing my stuffs. Soon, everything was done. My trolley that I will bring and then those that I need to donate. When I looked at my Mom and Dad, they are both ready as well.
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