Three days later…..
As I sit back, soaking in the comfort of my dad’s gentle touch on my tired feet, my legs are always swollen whenever I wake up so my dad and Mason always give me a foot massage. I haven’t spoken to Bianca or Federico since then; they both don’t pick up any of my calls. Which makes me really sad.
“Am I doing it right Mommy?”, he asks.
“Yes baby you are”, I smile and say and the room fills with delightful giggles of Mason.
After a few minutes, the doorbell rings, slicing through our quiet Saturday routine. I can’t help but feel a spark of curiosity about who it might be, considering we weren’t expecting company. Or is it another agent from a blog or magazine?
Mason bounces towards the door, but Mom gestures him back with a knowing smile and heads to answer it herself
