XLIV.

Years Ago

“Sono a casa!” The kid yelled as he entered the house. Jumping in happiness, he was crossing the huge hall. His curious eyes keep wandering for a particular person but he did not find her anywhere.

(I’m home!)

“Dove sei, mamma?” He called her, walking inside with a sheet in his hand. It was a thick white sheet in which an image was designed.

(Where are you, mamma?)

He passed through a corridor. The floor to ceiling glass doors were closing it, blocking the way of wind into the house. Warm sun rays were casting shiny dots on the door as he passed through the way. The sun was ready to set down.

“Mamma!” His green eyes gleamed when he found his mother sitting on a couch. He already crossed the corridor, reaching the living room. She was sitting on the large couch, curled into a ball. Her hand was holding the mobile tightly against her ear and she was chanting something in her shaky voice.

“Mamma, aspetto!” He beamed in joy and came to her. He stood next to her, holding the