THE LOVE OF A FATHER

She sometimes wondered if she had wanted Vincenzo to love her.

They always said that a girl's first love was that of her father. She had never had that. She sometimes wondered if he ever thought about her.

She tried not to think about him most of the time because there was this feeling in her chest she had every time she thought of him.

A feeling she has never felt before. The rage she felt inside her was something she knew wanted to blow up.

She hated him even if she had never met him. She wondered what life would have been like if he had ever been there at all for her.

Was she not enough to be loved like other kids?

She always assumed that he had other kids. Kids that he loved dearly liked his life despite dying in it.

She could not remember her mother ever talking about him at all when she was a kid. The more she grew up the more she realized that it was because it hurt her.

It hurt her that they had made a kid together and she was the one who was left to raise her on her own. She