Alessandro
My mother remained silent after Piero left, and I began to lose my patience.
“SPEAK UP, MOTHER!” I blurted out, and Enzo held me by the arm.
“Son, this is not easy, please.” she spoke with difficulty, and I felt like I was in a different world.
“I… was a waitress in a bar in New York. I was very young and had just turned eighteen. I had dreams, I wanted to be a model.” she said, and her eyes began to fill with tears. “I was a foolish girl, from a humble family, and I must admit I was pretty in the eyes of others.” she fixed her gaze on the glass in her hands. “One day, like any other, several young men arrived, I knew they were university students, they entered the bar, they have made it a habit to be seen there every night.” She wiped a tear that had fallen on her cheek, “a
