#Chapter31

Walking out of the airport rolling my bag alongside me, I breath in the fresh air of the salty sea water, the boisterous life of Italians. A warm smile crept on my face hearing the distant announcement of the next flight leaving Italy. For eight years I left my home, my country, my people, the mafia. Like the little girl I was I ran away in fear, lived in fear but now; I am about done with the fear.

Elijah was right. I never take responsibility of my mistakes rather I keep running thinking it chase away the troubles. Guess it is time to face my demons and confront...