At 66, Moni had led a full life. A life filled with the often tumultuous rhythm of raising children, running a pharmacy, and enduring the ache of lost love. Her husband, a man who once promised to cherish her forever, had left her for a younger woman years ago. His passing didn’t ripple Moni's calm exterior, but the long-lost love for Vincento Martini, a Sicilian waiter she met decades ago, remained etched in her heart.
Moni moved into a beautiful home to live out her years, away from the pharmacy now managed by her dedicated daughter, Tanja. The house was her sanctuary, a place where she could heal and reconnect with her dreams, buried under years of responsibility and the weight of unrequited love.
Tanja's son, Jan, helped his grandmother settle into her new home. He was a bright and kind-hearted young man with a thirst for adventure, taking every opportunity to learn from his grandmother's rich past.
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