“I am your mother Francesco” Debbi said with tears. Tears of a mother. Debbi slowly patted Francesco’s face. Francesco felt strange. The woman he called mother in his whole life was killer of his father. At twenty eight year of his birth he meeting his mother who gave birth to him. He looked both woman. One gave birth him other gave him life. There was pain and longing in those eyes. To held him close to her and hug him.
For a moment Francesco was blank. He looked Carla and the Debbi. Both woman play an important role in his life. He was speech less. And didn’t know how to react to this new truth of his life.
“I killed you with my own hands. How did you survive” Alberto Binate ranted like a mad man.
“Someone saved me that night. My Carlos scarified himself to save me. Save our child. Yo
