Chapter Forty-Eight

Lorenzo - Nine Years Old.

"Mama?" he shook her body, she was sleeping in the middle of the living room.

What a weird place to fall asleep, he thought in his little mind.

Lorenzo couldn't understand why she was sleeping there. He nudged her again and again asking her to get up, to wake up. Lorenzo brushed her hair away from her face, he got closer to her face but all he felt was coldness. Lorenzo frowned, his mother had never been this cold, whenever he hugged her he felt like he was wrapped in the world's warmest blanket but now she was nothing but cold.

Lorenzo took off his jacket and placed it over his mother's body, "You're cold..." he said to her, "Are you sick?"

She still didn't say a word, she still move. Lorenzo couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. He was a nine-year-old boy but he knew about life and death. He knew what it meant. He shook himself out of it, no, his mama was just sleeping.

"Renzo?" came the voice of his six-year-old little brother Rocco, "What