The Choice

Chapter 1. Introduction

My name is Vittoria Leone! I have been born in Sicily in August 2003. I am not coming from a normal family, mine is really special, I am 17 now and I realize it more and more every day.

At the beginning you will think we are a normal family, with a father, a mother and two daughters, the father being a businessman, the mother not working and the daughters going to school. We live in a big beautiful house and we have all we possibly need and want. Still, someone here is working hard to keep us in this way....yes, you guessed, my father. Even though he works a lot, I never missed him because he is always here for me! I am his little princess like he always says. He spends a lot of time with us even when he is stressed. Like Don Vito Corleone said, "A man who doesn't spend time with his family can never be a real man!". I am proud to say that my father is my hero.

I love my family a lot and I support everything they do. I want to keep them safe and happy. My father always told me that I have to be the one taking care of my mother and my little sister while he is gone. Still, until this day he prepares me for it, and I understand why. I am the oldest one and in this family is no boy who can take care of the business and the family, so for me, it will be double so hard. My father does not like the situation, he does not want me involved in it, but my grandfather, the well-known Luca Leone insists. I am not complaining, I like this life and my wish is to make my family proud! Sadly I cannot tell you everything about the business because like my uncle Marco says, "Never tell anyone outside the family what you know and what you think". You are nowhere safe, only with your family.

Stay safe,

Vittoria

P.s. I forgot to introduce you my mother Teressa, my sister Antonia, and of course my father Vittorio.

"God, who invented diaries??" I told to myself like I wished the diary could hear me. My best friend told me to write everything in a diary because it will help me. Like I wrote before, I cannot talk about all the things with everyone. Now I cannot do this either because there is the chance of someone finding it. I ripped off the written pages from the diary and threw them in the basket. I lay in bed watching a bird outside my window. The weather is so beautiful and the sun is so bright and now I feel the need to go outside for a walk.