Wild flowers

Tony and Altea Wilde - handsome people swimming in the rays of glory, actors known to all, my parents. They admired, envied them, they were loved. They were called wild flowers, they were so bright and independent. Every summer we spent in the house by the sea - in the house that sheltered my orphaned father, at the time when the horrors of World War II broke the world. Father was my hero, my best friend, he gave my brother a golden childhood, but the ghosts of the past will never let him go. And sooner or later they will overtake us all. We could be very happy if we had not been poisoned by bitter juice of lies. I am Cordelia Wilde. Singer without a voice. A daughter without a father. Wild flower. And this is my story.