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[ STEFANO DE NIRO ]

All the old wounds refreshed when I slipped into the memory lane that now started becoming blur images.My mother didn't belong to this world.Sometimes I wonder how a pure innocent soul,who used to pity a mere creature survived with one of the most ruthless man.She was my phantom of delight,her beautiful melodious smile whenever I felt low.

I had spent very less time with her as my father thought her soft nature would be a threat for me to follow his footsteps.Mercy and love,these two emotions are a sin for De Niro mafias and I being the first born son of Antonio Ds Niro,must train to become more dangerous and cruel than my predecessors.

I used to sneak into the music room whenever my father was out of the town.I spent hours watching her play different musical instruments but her skills on violin were unbeatable.Once I asked how she managed to play such divine music when all she could see terror of death and an abusive husband.

She only smiled in response saying