Elia
"Elia, my sweet boy," Mamma looks pale, her hands are shaking as she pats the little boy's rosy cheeks.
"Mamma," His voice is low, scared as he stares at the pale figure lying on the bed.
"Say goodbye, figlio," Daddy says. He looks grim.
The little boy looks up with tear-filled eyes. He doesn't want to say goodbye. He wants to go as well.
"Elia," Mamma whispers, a watery smile on her pale lips. "Be a good human, figlio!"
Mamma closes her eyes. She talks no more.
Mamma was gone.
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I peeked at Scarlett from beneath my shades as she sat beside me, staring outside. The tiniest droplet
