Michael walks down the drive way as He tucks his wife beater into his slacks and fix’s his suspenders as he just got done working in the garden sun beating down onto him as he wipes his forehead as he stops at the mail box getting the mail as he walks back up the drive way onto the front pourch as he takes a seat under the shaded pourch as he looks through the mail seeing a letter from his mother in Chicago Michael was only 18 moved to Italy when he was 13 because him and his brother Anthony got caught robbing cars so his mother made him move to castlemezzano Italy with his grand mother Michael opens the letter as he starts reading the letter 

                                                                       Dear Michael  

                                        I don’t know how to tell you this it breaks my heart Anthony was gunned down outside his House I don’t wanna belive it my poor Anthony would never do anything to hurt anyone the police said he was part of a crew in Chicago but I can’t belive that Anthony Told me he was working at a bar down the road from his house I belive it was robbery gone bad I need you here with me Michael the funeral is on February 12th please get a plane to Chicago 

                                                                       Love mother 

Michael places the letter down onto the table as he stands up walking to the rail of the pourch as he grips the rail with both hands as he looks up at the sky and a tear rolls down his face as he reaches up kissing a gold cross necklace his brother Anthony gave to him before he moved To Italy Michael saids a prayer before walking inside