Chapter 821: Reality
Having irresponsible parents, Primo always felt responsible for himself. At the tender age of four, he had to learn how to prepare his own food if there was anything in the fridge. If there wasn’t, he learned how to find something for himself.
His father had left him and his mother before he was born. From what he knew, his mother had tried to abort him multiple times, but she had failed, and here he was. Despite all of that, he learned to accept life was just as it was. If there was anything he was grateful for, it was that despite his mother’s promiscuous life and addiction, she didn’t bring another child into this world.
Primo smiled satisfactorily, leaning against the door frame, watching Mara, Martin, and Alexa sleeping soundly together. His eyes softened as he looked at them, feeling a sense of pride and excitement for their future.
"Things will be good from now on," he told himself, his lips stretching into a broader smile. "For sure, they will be. I won’t mess it up."
Mara, Alexa, and Martin weren’t his biological siblings. They were the children of Primo’s mother’s former lover. When his mother and her lover lived together, they brought these kids home. Back then, he kept wondering why two seemingly incompatible people would stay together and make innocent souls suffer. He never got the answer, but that didn’t matter anymore.
What mattered was that even after his mother and her lover were shot dead during a police raid, Primo was able to take care of them. He could imagine what kind of life they might have lived if those adults hadn’t been in a relationship. Moreover, these kids were very pure and loving. They motivated him to strive for the better, to work hard, and to be a better human being than the adults he had encountered growing up.
Primo quietly closed the door, walking to the kitchen to grab a can of beer. As he took a large gulp, he looked around the small apartment they had been living in. This small, old one-bedroom apartment was all he could afford in the past. While studying in law school, Primo had to juggle multiple part-time jobs to support his siblings. It was all they could afford back then.
"A lot of repairs..." he muttered, scanning the old apartment thoroughly. "Should I fix them, or should we move out?"
The side of his mouth stretched as he chuckled with closed lips. Moving out was not an option back then, but now, it didn’t really matter. He had some extra money, and knowing that he would be paid more, cleared up all the worries he had about the future.