ABRUZZO

There is an unpredictability that comes with the mystery of life. The only things that are certain are the beginnings, and the endings. What's in between is only for the brave, and unfortunately, none of us are that intrepid.

Though one would not assume such bravery from a town as small as Cepagatti, Italy.

The vastness of the green hills, and the myriad of tall trees could almost conceal this part of town from harm. Or so it was thought by the unsuspecting townspeople in la campagna.

...the countryside.

A great wide landscape that is surrounded by mountainous slopes sat a house atop a hill. A house in which grew and sheltered many children. Amongst them was the youngest most darling Maria; the little girl filled with so much promise, and love.

All too strange to know that the happenings took place in that same house that Maria had pointed out to her beloved granddaughter all those many years ago, "I was born there."

Although it was hard, with a town so well connected, la speranza never left them. Their strength extended out into the horizon and only grew, just as the sun would rise and set each day.

...the hope