It has now been 5 weeks and 2 days since I last saw mother, and her last words still echo through my head.
It's for the best…
Ugh. Even though hatrid pours through my body as those words reverberate between my left and right ear, I have now come to understand what those 4 words mean. My first night here, I slept underneath the bed in my temporary room, silent and content on nothing like I did back at home. Throughout the days, my aunt, Lucy Tronchetto, has uncovered a girl, a stranger that had hidden inside of me. There are now days where I look in the mirror and simle at the reflection and think about that monster that hid under the bed and I laugh at her.
Aunt Lucy is beautiful. Aunt Lucy is funny. Aunt Lucy is the greatest cook that writes her own recipes. Aunt Lucy can play any song on the harp exactly like it's original piece. Aunt Lucy is… These are many of the thoughts that now occupy my head with the single topic being AUNT LUCY. It's wrong of me to change from a mindless monster to an obsessive niece but, it is an improvement.
Aunt Lucy lives in an apartment close to the outerskirts of the city of Venice, so many cruise ocean liners sail by with their horns blaring sound throughout the rooms of Aunt Lucy's sanctuary. My favorite place to be in this haven, is the library. I guess the idea of silence calls out to me but, this silence is no longer bitter, it is peaceful. To add to the peacefulness, the first thing you see entering the library, is the ocean from the outside now intruding on the inside. This intrusion is probably the best thing you could ask to interupt something boring with no personality. However this ocean with nothing but blue gives the boring an interesting quality.
