Giulia

"I've been having terrible nightmares lately," I confessed, hesitantly. "They remind me of my father and everything that happened that night. It's hard to deal with these memories."

My sisters and Bernardo looked at me with compassion, and I felt their support, but still, the pain persisted.

"I miss my mother and the life we had in the big city. Sometimes it seems that everything changed so quickly and that we lost so much," I continued, with teary eyes.

The words flowed, and I felt compelled to express all the emotions I carried inside me. I talked about the longing for simpler times, before the tragedy that turned my life upside down.

And then, in a moment of vulnerability, he said something that hurt Bernardo: "I would never choose to live on a farm like this of my own free will. It's very different from the life I knew, and sometimes I just want to go home."

Bernardo's look was saddened, and I realized that my words had hurt him. I regretted what he said, because he had been one o