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My uncle throws me to the ground and screams in my ear, “You stupid bitch. You never learn. How many times have I told you not to back talk? I don’t care how important it is but you never, ever speak to your elders like that. If you were my daughter, I would have killed you on the spot!” He walks over to my door; “You’re staying in here until dinner.”
I don’t try to even protest. Or even cry. It’s been like this ever since since my parents died in a gunfight five years ago when I was sixteen. I wish I had a sibling to talk to talk to but sometimes I wish I didn’t or else they would face the same consequences as me. My parents always thought about the consequences of having a child in the mafia but never made me feel bad, until now. Was I really a burden for my parents? Did they get irritated by the fact that they constantly had to look out for me? I think things would I have been different for me, if I weren’t born to this mafia family.
I am the sole heir of the the Sicilian Mafia but my uncle is really the one on the throne. He solves every issue, problem, fight without breaking a sweat. If I were on the throne, I don’t think I can handle it like he does.
I get up from my feet slowly and walk into my bathroom. I never really understood why we needed to stay in a huge house like this. To be honest, my dream was always to live in something that could provide me with a roof above my head regardless of my wealth with a loving husband. My bathroom itself could fit five Alaskan king sized beds.
I look at myself in the mirror. People constantly sung in my ears how pretty I was and that any man would be lucky to have me. In all honesty, I didn’t really care about my looks. Even if I was ugly, I would probably feel very insecure about it and try to change things about myself. But I always try to remember that God made us like this for a reason and wants to see how we succeed in life so later he can reward us for the hardships we’ve faced.
I splash ice cold water onto my face and pump some face soap into hands lathering the frothy mixture onto my face. Rinsing my face off with cold water again, I dry my face with the fresh, clean towel hanging on the rack beside me. I walk into my walk-in closet and pick out a silk pajama set.
I walk outside to my balcony and sit down, admiring the sunset. Within ten minutes of just soaking up nature, I hear a jingle of keys outside of my door. The family’s butler comes in with a large tray outlined with golden flowers and leaves. He quietly sets the tray on my desk and leaves bringing my door to a close quietly. He doesn’t lock it which I’m thankful for. I walk over to my desk and pick up the heavy tray and while doing so I take a look at my calendar. Tomorrow, I have a couple children coming in for their vaccines and shots which means I have to be at the hospital by seven in the morning.
I take my tray outside to my balcony and set it on my table. I open it and look at the incredible food displayed in front of me. There’s three appetizers, two entrees, and a brownie for desert. The family cook is a male who’s passion is food and will do anything for food. I can cook too, but if I step inside the kitchen, the cook always gets scared because my uncle might find him idle and not doing his job.
I eat my dinner in peace and watch the birds fly away to their nests to their families as dusk comes to a near. I admire those birds. How peaceful and calm their lives are without having to worry about danger every time they step out.
I smile to myself. If only I was like those birds.
