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Italy 8 months later.

Hello, yes, it's me again, a broken heart, a secret that has not been easy to forget, but look, I'm happy!  As I said once, life gives you blows, but in the end it gives you a balm and it is on your side whether to take it or not, and I for my part took it. You don’t know that right? But of course you do not know what my balm was, well calm down, I will tell you. Unconditional support, a person who, regardless of whether I was silent because of my sadness and my pain, accepted me and doing the impossible, made me laugh with the same happiness that I did before, he made me shine and you know how he tells me? Wonderful! It's not exciting? And as everything in this life comes with an addition. He bought me a beautiful gift, which together with my sun, we have received in the most joyful way that can be received. I will be a mother! And my sun is like crazy ...

Isn't my life working out the best? But of course it was the end of a hard and long process. Are you ready? I arrived in Italy, Sicily is a beautiful island that is in the southeast of the country, alone and without any acquaintance to turn to and oblivious to everything related to the place, I ran with a unique luck. Francesco came to exactly the same place, he has a beautiful two storey house facing the sea, but clearly distrustful and with a broken heart, I chose to stay in a hotel alone with my pain and my memories, I had to be strong and move on, I arrived right at the time of registration for the university and being Italian, it was not difficult for me.

Just a week later, I met that dark eyed, white skinned man with such a huge heart that he helped me repair mine, our good relationship happened quite quickly, he was everything I needed to live again. Nights of crying, lamenting and loneliness, I spent all that with him by my side, without being able to tell what happened, he was content with my venting, it was the only thing I wanted and he allowed it. One month later Surprise! My pregnancy said hello, of course he was happy with that news, but I was scared, why couldn't it be when I was with Kahin? I asked myself that question several times and then I understood that it was the best, well nothing, I would have tied myself to stay and deprive myself of this trip that has freed me and helped me with the pain of being deceived by my own mother, how can it be possible that, that person who gave you life, hid something from you and manipulated others so that they won't tell you? That question still doesn't have an answer. Why fool me if I will still know? Or won’t I?

I suffered what I had to suffer, I cried what I had to cry and, although I still strange, I have learned to live with it. Italy welcomed me well, between studies, meeting and making friends, I don't have time for more. However in my solitude, when Francesco sleeps, from time to time I allow myself to vent.