Salviero Moretti °dad°

The coolness of the night mingled with the young laughter that echoed across the Tuscan cobblestones. When I spotted my daughter in the midst of a group of happy friends, the first thing that crossed my mind…was the youth of her late mother. The same eyes...the same grace. She shone like a beacon in the midst of the crowd. But that light…was fragile. Something that needed to be protected, that could not be shaken. Today was a busy day, a little more than normal. A secret meeting with a rival family, weapons that needed to be hidden, a file that smelled of betrayal... I left everything aside. When the clock struck eight o'clock at night, I started the car. I headed towards where my daughter was. I didn't tell anyone. Finding her wasn't a task for others. It was my responsibility I got out of the car. Under the dim light of the streetlight, my shadow stretched out on the ground. I adjusted the collar of my coat, felt the cold of the gun in the inside pocket, but at that moment, the only thing I could think about was that my daughter wasn't wearing anything heavier on her shoulders My steps were slow. Each one echoed. Her friends fell silent when they saw me. They moved away with respect, but also with a little fear. She, however, upon seeing me, smiled. Her eyes shone. And in that instant, all the weight of the day, all the dark business... seemed to slide off my back I got close to her. She tilted her head slightly. I noticed she was cold. Her delicate wrists, her exposed neck… The dirt and rust of this world should not touch her I didn't say anything. I took off my coat and slowly placed it over her shoulders. The fabric must have been heavy on her body, but she didn't move. She was so fragile... Sometimes, I even hesitated to touch her. But this world has no mercy on the fragile. So... I picked her up. She wasn't surprised. She was used to it When he rested his head on my chest, my heart raced Dad… whispered I'm here I replied in a low voice As I walked, the body I carried in my arms was not just my daughter. It was my last family

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