Many papers in Sanitarium Island write about us; about news, scandals, surgeries we have and our power and dominance. But they don't know even the half of it. Of our true story, the story we hide when we are in front of the cameras and journalists. How we were raised and what did we do when we were alone, not in public. Who the real Largos are. My name is Claudia Graciela Largo, Rotti Largo's niece, and this is our story.
Luigi Largo was 15 years old when I was born. Pavi was 11 and little Carmela was a one-year-old baby. I remember being at their manor, a two-year-old infant, watching Pavi running up and down with a little mirror in hand and Luigi running after him. Carmela was playing with her dolls all the time and was endlessly asking my Uncle to buy her another one. Yes, my cousins were spoiled to no end; but only a few people actually knew their stories. The first born was Luigi. He was born on a cold night in the middle of the winter. His mother died in childbirth and he was raised solely by my Uncle. He wasn't always rough and angry. Luigi was once a beautiful young boy, happy and decent. He had whatever he asked for. Until his father met another woman and married her. Luigi had a feeling something would change quickly and was always worried about it. Some months later Pavi came along. Luigi was never the same ever since…
It was a warm spring night when Paviche Antonio Largo came into this world. From the first time he was a cheerful baby; He was always smiling and rarely cried at all. Pavi always had something Luigi never had and this was the first reason Luigi was envying his brother: Pavi had his mother. Not that Pavi's mom didn't try to stand as a mother for Luigi also. No, she was there for him but he was denying her love, her company and the help she was offering him. A second reason why Luigi was so jealous of his little brother was the fact that Pavi was a very cute and beautiful little guy. Everyone had something to say to my Uncle about how cute his son was or how beautiful and cheerful Pavi was all the time. But for Luigi, not a single whisper… It was then when Luigi started to become angry and jealous, so much that his own father couldn't stand him anymore. So, Pavi was the centre of Rotti's world and nobody seemed to care about his eldest son. All the family was devastated when Pavi's mother's heart failed… She died when Pavi was ten years old. She was Italian and so she had taught him her language so he could speak it. At the age of eight Pavi was fluent in Italian, something that made Luigi even more irritated. But this was nothing compared to what was coming next…
Rotti had started an affair with a GENtern two or three months after Pavi's mother had passed. Some months later a little girl came and changed everything in their lives. But when Carmela was about ten months old, Rotti killed her mother during an intense fight. So, this left my Uncle with three kids to care for. Carmela was not less spoiled than the other two children. As a matter of fact, she was the most spoiled of the three of them and being the only girl had helped. A year after Carmela was born, I came along and so Rotti became an Uncle. My parents would bring me to my Uncle's home and let me stay for even whole summers with him and the kids. Thus, I became something like the children's second sister…