A Vendetta

A Vendetta

A Vendetta

Today I have committed a sin for which I do not regret. Nicolas deserves the death that he has got. How ever wrong my son was, he didn’t deserve to die. In this world I could only rely on him and my dog. Tonight I will finally sleep in peace. My death will also be peacefully as I have paid back all the loans. I can finally cry over my son’s death. My heart feels much lighter and I have no more worries. I yet feel sad to lose my son. I don’t even know who will take care of Semillante after my death. God has definitely given power to my poor broken down body so he will surely find a way for Semillante. Now I am not even scared if police comes to my house as I was not wrong and every one knows that Nicholas killed my son. No one from the Sardinian village will go the cops as they all are themselves criminals. The whole village forgot my son but how could I. Son once again I didn’t break my promise. Over three months of hard work was successful. I feel sad for the fact that I kept Semillante hungry and gave him food every two days. Who know how many days are left for me to live. But I know that I can live it peacefully. It was unfortunate that my son died, but yet I can once again thank god as my son died while I was alive. As no one could take the revenge of his death. Who know what god wanted, may be he never wanted to separate me from my son so after my death I will meet him in heaven.

(The thought that I have put in this essay are quiet awkward. E.g. “God wants me to meet my son in heaven”. I did this in order to try and write what an old woman’s thoughts would be like. Its quiet tough to think about the thoughts of a person 50-60 years older to me. I have put my best efforts to put out those thoughts.)