My Thought...

MIRANDA

It's been over 6 months now since I lost my dear sister to the hands of the devil himself, Don Vito.

If death is what is in the curveball life throws at us then what is the essence of living?

I hardly sleep as the nightmares now constantly disturb my peace.

I wish to avenge my sister. I want to. I need to.

She appears in my dreams.

And to think that I am now pregnant for the devil's son makes me look evil, myself.

What would my sister think of me?

What would the world think of me?

What would my parents think of me?

My parents. I hardly bring them to the conversation, I know.

No one cares to ask. Not even Antonio whose baby I now carry inside of me.

To him, I'm just a tool for his sexual pleasure and nothing else.

I miss my parents. I miss my sister.

Though my vengeance is for my sister, the hurt burns for both of them.

I had lost my parents at a tender age.

Initially, I used to think it only existed in those Hollywood movies where sailors go on adventure and never return. They