Just as Lucia was about to give the little girls permission to pick up the wooden sticks and start the race to break the piñata, the shadow of a large bird with jagged wings slipped elegantly and sinuously across the garden in which they were standing. Anna and Laura raised their eyes and, almost in unison, exclaimed: «A goshawk! The favourite bird of our father!»
Lucia’s heart jumped down her throat. Was that a sign? Was Andrea about to return? And the little girls, who hadn’t seen their parent for a long time, how could they remember this detail? She looked up too, to follow the evolution of the regal raptor. She saw him circling in the air, hovering high up, and then swooping down decidedly beyond the town of Monsano, towards Morro. Looking better in that direction, she could observe w
