84 The Reason Of My Existence

"Come here, mi hija"

I blink my eyes when I saw the man who stood as my father calling me. My innocent mind is trying to figure out what he is trying to say. Although he I am comfortable to him, I could still feel the hesitation especially after I saw his three sons. The two seems doesn't care about me, but the other one's reaction was the opposite. The anger on his eyes is like trying to swallow me whole. Somehow, I felt scared that he might hurt me.

Hesitant, I take a little step to come closer to him. He made me sit on the couch before he slightly kneeled down on the floor and show a picture to me. I saw a man who has a stern expression on his face that made me look at Luscio Costello.

"Who is he?" I ask in small voice.

"You don't remember him? He was the person who killed your parents, he was the one who burned your house" he told me.

I confusingly look at him and then I return my gaze on the picture. As if on cue a series of vague images flash inside my head. I saw unfamiliar fa