I worked for the mafia, it was kinda hard because we moved back and forth between, America and Italy because you still wanted to be near your family and I still had to help with the mafia in Italy.

One night I tell you I'm having to leave for a trip and that I'll be gone for a week. I also tell you that I'm going without you, which you do not like.

"Do you have to go?" You ask quietly. You're sitting on the bed where I have my suitcase laid open as I pack. I keep fiddling with the straps of the suitcase.

"I don't want to go, but it's business mi amore,"

You sigh, then look up at me determinedly, "I'm going," you ge toff the bed and run towards our closet to grab your suitcase.

I laugh and follow you. I walk up to you and hold your small face in my hands, "I would love that, but it's not happening,"

You looked down and crossed your arms, "why not?"

"Because my love, you are too pure and innocent for this world, and I will do anything to keep you from it,"