Harvard alumni?
My brother Dante tells me not to let my anger and bitterness consume me.. but I’m a teenager and if I don’t let my anger and bitterness consume me? What do I do with my time? It was my god given job at this point. Still, my anger started when dad called, (no surprise there.) whereas Dante dismissed our father, I waited for his calls, amazingly, hanging on his every word, (especially given that he killed my biological mother. A person, no matter how much Dante and I try and dig up information on? Remains a mystery, except her face and when she’d sing “Hush little baby” in Spanish to me. My only memory of her. Instead I had memories of dad, my mother’s murderer (family was complicated, I still never knew WHY he murdered her. Or who my biological father was. And I didn’t really care. My father took some joy in ignoring me or leaving me locked in a boarding school until Dante came and brought me home, I was fourteen at the time.. Lucky him.) Now I was seventeen and ...