Two days after saying goodbye to Bianca at the airport, Antonio and Aldo came over to help put the crib together.
The room was awash with the gentle afternoon light filtering through the curtains, and the sound of them fiddling with the various tools and parts created a comforting backdrop. I sat by the bed enjoying some dates as I watched them, the swell of my belly making it increasingly difficult to find a comfortable position. I was so tired of being pregnant.
“I’ll go and look for some glue”, Aldo said before getting up and leaving.
Antonio was kneeling on the floor, the instruction manual open next to him, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to decipher the next step.
"Hey, can you pass me the Phillips screwdriver? It should be in that toolbox," Antonio called out, no
