Giuseppe
I moved back in with parents for a bit. Just to get my bearings and have some the lines colored in.
My father is more stoic and silent than usual these days.
I head downstairs, finding my mother biting something in the kitchen.
I sit at the table.
"So, I had the oddest thought, last night,"
She looks at me. "What was it?"
"About the perfect name," It's crazy. I lost some of my memory, and it breeds some odd thoughts.
"The perfect name," Mom chuckles. "What is it?"
"Desiree," I sat smoothly.
She paused. "Desiree? Where did you get that from?"
"I don't know," I grin. "I just kept thinking about that name. It's perfect. Exotic, but homely. Desiree. What would a girl named Desiree be like?"
I smiled. Dad looked at my mom. "Yes, Manon. What would a girl named Desiree be lik
