Chapter 6

The moment she entered her house Gianna rushed to her. By the look of her she knew something was wrong. Instead of answering; David chose to leave. She eyed him curiously as he went away leaving Amelia to her. Without further wait she directed a torrent of questions at Amelia. "What happened sweetie? Did anyone hurt you? Why are you crying?" She shook her. Instead of answering her questions she burst into tears. Gianna got anxious.

"What happened to daddy?" She inquired sobbingly. A current swept through her body when she heard it. "Why would you ask such a thing? Did anyone say something to you?" "Now I feel that those aren't just nightmares. There is some truth in it. If it wasn't true why would the boys outside call him a criminal." "A criminal?" Gianna was flabbergasted. "Yes, a criminal," Amelia cried. "No, that is not true. Your father was a man of honor. He did nothing wrong." She emphasized.

"Then why does everyone say that he was a bad man? Why do they tease me?" She insisted. "People like to say things which they don't understand. They don't know that there is a difference between living and existing. Your father didn't only exist rather he lived. He had always lived with a purpose which people would never understand." Gianna got teary eyed remembering her husband.

"What kind of purpose mom?" Amelia looked into her eyes while asking the question. "She lowered her gaze. A very sacred purpose. He was a healer. He healed ill people. He was a doctor. That's what doctors do." "Then why do they say he killed people?" she asked. "They are crazy. They were simply teasing you." Gianna assured her. "Why do I see daddy hit by a car. I see him almost every second night." For Gianna the sudden shift of question snatched even the little room that remained unoccupied for thinking. "They are just your fears manifesting in dreams nothing else." Amelia looked absently at her. Her thoughts drifted to the blurry vision of her father being hit by a black Prado with black side mirrors making the driver's face invisible. The only thing she remembered was his arm tattooed with the sign. She was confused between the story that her mother had been telling her and the things that other people told her. She couldn't differentiate her dream from the truth.