***LORENZO***
" To say I was heartbroken would be an understatement. I was devastated and destroyed beyond measure. I didn't know what to do with myself anymore. Your clothes , cribs , bottles everything kept reminding of you and the house was filled with your cries but I couldn't see you. I couldn't hold you to make you stop crying. I didn't know what to do anymore." She said while wipping the tears flowing from her eyes.
"Mom was stressed out too and that took a really bad toll on her health. She had a stroke and by the time we got her to the hospital and tried to complete all the paper work for her treatment to begin , it was too late. We'd already lost her." She said and wipped her tears again.
"A little after her burial I tried my best to reach out to your father to beg him to at least let me meet you one time but that cost you a scar " she said and moved her hand to the upper part of my arm.
"You have a big scar there don't you?" She asked.
I nodded shocked at how she knew about that. Dad told me it was from my early years when I fell from a tree.
"I'm sorry. It was all because of me. My constant calling made you get that scar. He cut you and told me that it would be worse. So for your safety I stopped any attempt to look for you." She said.
What Abramo told and what she's told me don't even support each other. I held her hands in mine and kissed them.
"It's okay" I finally said. "Whatever happened , its okay. I understand. None of this is your fault mom. None of it." I said before standing up and hugging her.
I had to contain all the feelings of anger I had towards Abramo right now and just try to spend quality time with my mother.
"C-can you , can you take me to where you lived ?" I asked her.
"I Still leave there. I couldn't bring myself to leave. It was the only standing memory of both you and my mother " she explained and I nodded before leading her out the door into my cars.
"Um , I almost forgot. Mario this is Rosalia , my mother and Mom , this is Mario my bestfried." I said as I introduced the both of them to each other.
"To be honest, your the most beautiful woman I've met in a while. You should be my mom not his" said Mario extending his hand to greet her and she just chuckled while shaking his hand.
After she carefully directed us to her house we got out of the car and walked to the front of the gate.
"I extended the house but kept our home the way it was. " She said turning the key and opening the door.
"You can go in" she said to me and I nodded.
I walked through the door into the hall way. After the hallway I got into the lounge. It was neatly decorated with calm colours. The pictures on the walls caught my eye.
One was of her. She looked younger , happier and has the biggest smile on her face. The second on was of when she was pregnant with me. She was in a yellow dress with her hair tied at the back while she was holding a cake in her hand. She still looked happy.
The other picture she framed was of my sonogram. The next was when she'd just given birth in the hospital while she held me to her chest with a warm smile plastered on her face.
The next picture was of her in a white dress standing at the door step with me in her arms. I was wrapped in a blue blanket while her mother was standing next to us with the most proud look on her face.
There was another picture of me sleeping peacefully in my crib with a pacifier on. Next to it was of when i was crying while my grandmother was giving me a bath. Then after than I was wrapped up in a white blanket and mom looked like she was singing to me.
"These pictures are the only thing that kept me close to you. Some of them I had them framed and I put them on the wall." She explained.
"Her " I said pointing to picture where I was with a woman who seemed a bit older than my mother. "Her name is Bianca. She was was your nanny. She took care of you whilst I was at work. She was the one who was there when he came to take you back to Italy" she said.
She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. She peeled open her eyes and looked at the pictures. She chuckled and pointed at one picture. It was of me and my grandmother. She was holding me by my hands and I looked like I was annoyed by the act.
"I remember this day. I didn't go to work and she was constantly calling you by your pet name she did it so much you began crying and you wouldn't stop until she herself sang to you" she told me.
"You were still so little but you always knew how to get your way with us." She said with a smile.
"What I loved most about you is that you slept through out the night. And your sleeping patterns were constant. But during the day. You were a whole different story. I wasn't there most of the times but most Sundays I would get the day off and we would spend it together. " She said.
"I took this picture myself. " She said pointing to the one where I was just in a diaper laying on my belly on a rug playing with a toy. I was actually eating it.
"It's actually my favourite. " She said looking at it adorably. "Mom always used to say that I should enter you into the baby pageant because you looked too handsome " she said.
"Mom" I called out to her and she looked at me.
"Given a chance to go back into the past. What would you have done differently ?" I asked her.
I wasn't sure why I asked her but I just did.
"To be honest the only thing that I wanted to have done different was my finances. I am still stuck with the thought if I had enough money maybe Abramo wouldn't have taken you away from me , maybe mom would still be here and maybe just maybe I'd have been there for you every single day " she said and I smiled.
"I'm just glad I found you" I said to her before hugging her.
"Me too , Bubba" she replied and I chuckled still hugging her.
"Mom I'm 28 years "
"I know"
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Романтика"You can't possibly think you can be enough for her " he laughed in a sadistic way. Blood oozed from his mouth but I couldn't care less. He coughed out blood and looked at me. "She's broken. I broke her" he said. "She's useless now. She is nothing...
