Just My Luck

Luck, Luck, Luck.

What's so damn special about Luck huh? You wouldn't even know if you have luck unless something happens to you but unfortunately for me, something always has to happen and it's never something good.

Just my Luck, right?

I thought my "bad luck" started happening when my brother and I left Italy to go to high school. My parents always wanted us to travel the world, get a good education, have some knowledge from everywhere and to not stay in one place; However, we never got to experience it as a family. After our parents died, Is when my "bad luck" actually started. I was 9 at the time and my brother was 11. Our Nonna took care of us afterwards. She helped raise us until we were old enough to go to high school. She died right after that.

It was a sick and cruel joke from life that me and my brother just had to deal with. He helped me out a lot. Him and Nonna didn't blame me for our parents'death even though everyone else thought so. Once we moved to Philly, my brother was the one who cared, loved and nurtured me like I was his child. He still does till this day; there is no way to repay him for all the things he did and has been doing for me. I would certainly give my life if need be, to that bonehead without even thinking twice.

I'm actually on my way to see him now. I'm leaving today to go back to Italy for a job I've found working as security for this rich family. I don't really know much about them but the pay... Molto bello (Very Nice). They must have some strong fans and haters with how much they're willing to pay but then again they do seem new too. When I was living there, I hadn't seen them before but hey, I was 9 with trauma and dissociation so who knows.

Well enough reminiscing, I just got dropped off at the gate to my brother's neighborhood. When I say my brother's rich, I mean he's rich- rich. It's like this neighborhood has been stripped out of a fairy-tale and dropped into reality. A gated community with guards and nothing but mansions everywhere you turn. I wouldn't be surprised if the president lived here. You can only get in if your name was on their guest list. My brother moved here not too long ago. This is my first time here but hopefully he put my name on the list.