Alessia was up early, as per usual. I caught her staring at old pictures on the coffee table of me and my parents. She didn’t move or acknowledge me, so whatever intrigued her really had her attention. I left her alone with her thoughts…and also because I still felt bad about yelling at her. If I had to guess, I’d say she was probably looking at Mommy. There was probably something familiar about her face, and she was struggling to recall it. Maybe a remnant of memories still ran around her mind, but Alessia was so young then and couldn’t put the pieces together. I think it’s time for us to take that trip to the cemetery I suggested in the past. But before that, I think we all deserve another chill day. At least I do. My knees will appreciate it.
Luca tip toed into the kitchen with a cautious grin. “Are you still sad?”
My sweet boy.
“A little. Not as much as before.”
“Ok. Can I have a PlumPad Pro for my birthday?”
“You may have whatever you want…within reason.”
“YES,” he yelled and ran off.
Oh, kids. Always wanting something. Spending §1500 on a tablet is not what I need to be doing right now, but my children don’t really ask us for much. And it’s Luca’s birthday! Of course I’ll get him whatever he wants. I’ll figure it out if it turns into a problem later.
