I squeezed his hand carefully.
—That the home is not the place where everyone rules.
It’s the place where someone takes care of you.
Lucia closed her eyes for a moment.
When he opened them… I was crying.
But this time it wasn’t sadness.
And while in the kitchen my sisters were arguing about who should dry the dishes…
For the first time in a long time I felt that this house…
it could really become a home.
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