Family is everything
The bright sun shined through the window signaling the start of a new day. The Palmer youth awoke naturally as he did most days, wiping the crud out of his eyes as he stifled a yawn sitting up in the bed. Most mornings he didn't think of much, perhaps his mother would cross his mind, or the list of things to be done for the day. Or perhaps a girl he seen the day prior, it mattered not. He had a job todo and it would be executed as all others.
He comes to a stand pulling his uniform top over himself he found himself thinking of the home he never knew Helena, the place he could never return, and the mother that saved him from a terrible fate. He continued to dress himself looking out the window briefly thoughts still racing as he straightens his uniform and reaches for the beret that laid on the bookshelf. Dusting it off he is taken back to his youth in Providence, but mostly his cousin Cosimo which led him to think of his other mother Giada. He hadn't thought of her much since her passing, not from a lack of trying as much as a lack for being able to deal with it, but he knew her loss cut deeper for his cousin. "Perhaps I should send him a bird later, I still owe him for that drink" He lets out a chuckle placing the beret on his head as he ascended the stairs to his upper floor.
What is a man?
The youth stifles another yawn as he reaches for the door handle to the realm of the outside world. What could be behind that door?
Would today be the last day he opened it? Could the same be asked for those he loves? Again it mattered not to him only the duty he must carry out, all other questions would be answered by his actions. He continued to wrestle with the thoughts of his mother, before the face of Gino appeared in his mind. He didn't understand the connection before it dawned on him, he had seen that man around Giada. Though in his younger years he couldn't connect the dots if he was given a map.
"What is a man?" He spoke opening the door with a shake of his head, closing it behind him he pulls out a pack of cigarettes placing one between his lips before sparking a match and igniting the smoke with a brief inhale tossing the match into a pot outside his home. He looks around the streets as he walks toward the market tucking his free hand into his pocket.