I can't remember a time when I have been more angry and confused than I am right now. I spend the rest of my free time with Judas and his brother Ansel. Then during lunch I stayed with them and their friends. At no time did I manage to stop thinking about Judas' words, so much so that even he was surprised by my silence and asked me if I was feeling well several times.
I’m not, I have a thousand questions that only my dad can answer, but he’s not responding to my calls.
How is it possible that my dad is one of the richest men in Italy and possibly the whole damn continent? Doing what exactly? Selling houses, as he claims? And how come I never noticed the ‘rich’ status? How come I have to fücking work to afford my things? I really do look stupid, as Judas says. And I know what he told m
