Michelle's confession By Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher Here, I am. Soon, you’ll have to go, Michelle, very soon, you must be honest, now. Okay, I'm a potential killer, but I luckily survived the death penalty, and maybe, for a pinch of typically feminine stubbornness. Well done, I said it, I'm happy, now. But that's not enough, isn’t it? I have to say it all, I have to do it, I need to remember and confess everything. I wanted to kill you, I admit, I tried many times to do it and I was just a whisker from getting you out of my life. You look at me with that absent face, with your head elsewhere, your heart on the other side, and every single cell of your body on its own business, as if being there, at that precise moment was not the priority. How much you made me suffer, you have no idea, you do not have it. How many disappointments I have had to endure, because of you, and your absolute inability to obtain true results, those that make the family happy...
by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher