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ng into puddles, I raised my feet whenever I encountered them, though my mind often wandered elsewhere. Thoughts of going to Boston occupied my mind, but the uncertainty of my life's stability w

loss of my father and the constant struggles with my mother left me feeling isolated and without a clear path to rebuild my life. However, amidst the chaos, a glimmer of hope appeared in the form of , whom Giorgio, I met when I was twenty-one. We dated for three

ical pain caused by my father when he would grab me by my hair in fits of anger, particularly when I discarded his drugs. Equally harrowing were the moments when my mother lacked drinks and unleashed her anger on me, resorting to phy

stion my appearance, prompting me to wear rimmed glasses and forego makeup in an attempt to become invisible. T

er out, for I had heard through one of her friends that she had become a wealthy woman, claiming she had achieved success through quest

the neighboring cubicle, who teased me about being lost in my thoughts. I responded with a friendly gesture before heading

fe. While I acknowledged her concern, I remained steadfast in my belief that keeping my troubles hidden was a coping mechanism. Open

proving my worth to a certain individual named Luca Salvatore . I refused to let his handsome appearance in

assignment and proving my capabilities. The journey to Boston symbolized an opportunity for persona

nfronting my past, with rumors suggesting that my mother lived in Palm Beach as a wealthy woman. However, the though

ed with me the strength forged through a lifetime of hardships, determined to overcome any obstacles that lay ahead. The road to Boston

re me, ready to rewrite the narrative of my life and forge a brighter, more empowered future. The journey to Boston marked a pivotal m