Seventy-Five

Sitting on the grand piano, Lucio plays a sad song, his hands were steady on the keys as a lot of emotions flow through his song. Today was the memorial of his father's death. He couldn't even remember how many years it has been, all he knows was that today was a day no one ever forgot. He could remember the screams of his father when the bullet went through his heart killing his father while he watched in distance as the driver drove away in the other car. His father was entrapped with the criminals and couldn't get out, there was only one person to save and it had to be him.

When the memory shot through his head, Lucio fell on the keys weeping bitterly, his heart was still heavy, he was still young when it happened but that doesn't stop him from remembering. Mr. Delevonte was a good man that was hard to forget. He was his best friend, someone Lucio confided in who listened to the boys and never missed any of their games. His father was the only one who could put Margaret in her pla