Elia
She is not like mamma. She is very pretty but she is not mamma. Papà says she is the new mamma. The little boy doesn't want new mamma but papa doesn't understand. He likes the new mamma.
"Elia, vieni qui dolce ragazzo," New mamma smiles and holds out her hand. "I am your mamma. Say mamma,"
The little boy doesn't want to but he doesn't want to offend her either. Papa nods his head and smile.
"She's your mamma," He says. "Be a good boy,"
The little boy nods. He will always be a good boy
"Mamma," He says.
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"Mamma," I muttered, rolling my eyes. The dreaded phone call at last.
"You were not answering our calls,
