Once there was a boy who was afraid of darkness and shadows. He is afraid there was no to help. No one wanted him. His brothers mocked at him. His sisters were too small to comfort him. He felt he was alone. He used to run alone in the dark corridors of mansion afraid of monsters who are after him.
And then two hands held him close. Feed him food with her own hands. Read him bed time stories make his fear away.
“I am scared mamma. I am afraid of dark. And they will kill me” Little Ciccio cried and hugged tightly his mother. And she held him close to her like a mother hen,
“Mama, can I sleep with you tonight. Little Francesco begged.”
“Of course you can” she said lovingly patting his head.
“Nothing will happen to you when I am with you. “That was a promise.
A mother’s promise”
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