From Maid to Madre
"Gigi, make a wish. This time, I'm not asking you to forgive me, and I'm not asking to meet you in the next life..."
The candlelight flickered, reflected in his ashen pupils.
"I only ask that where I'm not, you remain safe every year and live a long, long life."
The candle burned out. The last wisp of smoke dissipated.
In a trance, he seemed to see a flaxen-haired girl standing at the end of the snowy path, smiling and waving at him.
"Come home soon, Matteo!"
A blissful smile crossed Matteo's face as he slowly closed his eyes.
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