A mother for my son
"Please, my love, let us explain everything. Once you hear it, you'll understand us."
"I don't want to hear what you have to say, ma'am," I respond with all the hatred I can muster.
"Don't speak to your mother like that, Alexandre!" My father raises his voice, and I look at him with deep resentment. I leave the study, hearing behind me the desperate cries of my sisters' mother, which would tear anyone's soul apart. I leave the house and run to uncle Palmieri's house. I knock on the door, and within seconds, aunt Mia appears with an apron on.
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