I have always been admired. My earliest memories are of the best food, the softest pillows, gentlest fabrics, and of being held while others waited, wanting to hold me as well. I was passed from open arms to open arms, my tiny hands reaching for each smiling face. There was always one more person who wanted me.
All of my cousins were older. My parents had tried many times and waited many years to have a child, to have me. I was their sunshine girl, their light – a beloved only child to a wealthy couple from a large and prestigious family. The vineyards came from my mother’s mother. From my father’s family came the olives. Everything was blooming, mature, and organized – established – when I came into being. I was their last jewel.Continue...
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