CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: A Silverio

Lying down my bed, over the rumpled sheets, I shut my eyes forcing darkness to sweep over me. My eyes were deprived of light but my ears heard the surrounding, ticking of the clock, the rustling of the branch of tree against the glass window, sound of crickets, loud and clear, and my mind could picture them out vividly. I grabbed a pillow and covered it against my face. I rolled on the side of my bed groaning.

It has been forever since a sleepless night visited me. I threw the pillow between my legs and stared at the ceiling letting their words after that grand welcome, at the dinning area, dive deep in my head for the nth time.

“You’re a Silverio,” said Governor Arthuro.

“We are sissies by blood!” Amanda squealed.

“You are the late Mistress Sierra’s daughter,” the old woman added.

I am a Silverio. Four words that were enough to keep me up the entire night. I have always dreamed of having a family, a happy complete family. Now that I have, I don’t know how I feel. It was odd. I s