What does it mean to be loved?

What does it mean to be their parents’ everything?

What does it mean to be someone’s home?

Erminae didn’t really know. It wasn’t for the lack of trying. But, she thought with envy, wasn’t it just what Vicenzio had?

She saw her mother’s indifference, saw her father’s unresponsiveness. Whoever she tried hard to get close to the result was the same. She was but air for them.

She saw that woman came in with her son. She saw him get what she always desired.

Her jealousy turned her into another person, an ugly one, blinding her to other possibilities.

And ultimately, she understood, what she was searching for she would never get. This was when she finally learned to let go…

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First part finished