[[@incazzarsi]] “I love you Lovino… Prometto che tornerò.”
Those were the last word Daisy Vargas had spoken to her brother. Her delicate whispers were followed with a few tears trickling down her soft cheeks and silent hiccups. She packed as many clothes and coins as she++
@incazzarsi screamed. And with some frustrated, Italian mumbling, she popped the truck open and got out the car.
The woman grabbed all the bags and began walking up hill toward her house. Grumbling the whole time about how the Lord “could have” provided her more gas so that she didn’t++