A Glimpse of Destiny
A short story based on characters in The Godfather by Mario Puzo
Prologue: A Mothers Love
"RUN VITO," as soon a young Vito heard the gun shot he awoke in a cold sweat, he lived in a one bedroom apartment he purchased soon after going to work for the Abbandandos in their corner store. He had the option of living with the Abbandandos god bless them in their home which was little more luxurious then this, but Vito prided himself on standing on his own too feet.
He'd had the vivid dream of his Mother being murdered right in front of his eyes every night since he arrived in New York, because of this he never got much sleep, and like he always did he went and sat on the small row of steps in front of his apartment building to compose his thoughts, he knew a man who didn't have control over what he was feeling was a ticking time bomb.
As he sat there he silently cursed his late family for being such hotheads his father, poor older brother, and his beloved mother. Their anger, pride, and their rash judgment had gotten them all killed. Though he could not be angry at any of them, his fathers pride in not paying that padrone he could not blame, he wouldn't have paid tribute to that monster if he was in his fathers shoes, his brothers anger yes had gotten the best of him but he went on his little rampage out of love and protection for his family. His mother, his dear mother, if she had not reacted how she did Vito Corleone would not be sitting here.
If things would have went differently, if his mother was not brutally killed by Ciccio all those years ago, he couldn't say if he would have returned to avenge his fathers death. He knew his fathers pride was going to be his downfall. Pride was not necessarily a bad thing, but he chose to exercise it with the wrong people. But to see Ciccio murder his mother in cold blood, a defenseless woman, sure she had a knife to the mans throat, but there are other ways to handle such things, it isn't as if Ciccio was short of man power to tame her. He made the decision right then that he would return and carry out the vengeance Ciccio was so sure he would commit.
But Vito always believed that things that happen a mans life shape his character forever, seeing the murder of his mother, god rest her soul, help him come to the realization that he could never commit such a heinous act on a woman. He missed her, his father, his brother. But thankfully in the Abbandandos he found the family he had lost in Abbandando and his son Genco, who was like a brother to Vito. His family could never be replaced, but he knew he had to count his blessings. He only wished he could find a woman to love to plant his seeds and start his own family, so the memory of his mother would never be forgotten.
