I was all my Dad Luca had left of a 20-year marriage that ended abruptly when my mother walked out and never returned again. She had disappeared when I was 12. The memories of my mother were fading from my memories. My Dad had been devastated, so much that his life had become eat, sleep, and work. Although he managed to take care of my basic needs, he wasn’t much of a father for the first 4 years, resulting in me almost bringing myself up. Now that I was 18 (almost 19), I was a very independent young lady, but I still adored my Dad, despite his inattention until I was 16.
Even after almost 7 years, my Dad had never found a special someone, mostly because he just didn’t have the will to look. At 40 years old, he was still jaded about the subject of dating. If it hadn’t been for me, he’d pr
