It's a Wednesday like any other in dreary New York.
I'm sitting in the car with Isa and the girls. I didn't expect this to be the feeling of having a family. I had no brothers and I also had few relatives, whom I rarely saw. I was not used to that climate. Strange.
Nina is 8 years old. She looks a lot like her father. The same eyes, but her hair is from her mother's. Anna is 3 years old and is the complete opposite of her sister. They are cute, a little reluctant towards me, but I perfectly understand the reason shortly after.
" Anna, stay close to your sister " Isa said, when we entered the first shop.
I have never been to a children's store and I don't think I'll go back for reasons other than those two. I hadn't even considered having a boyfriend, let alone having children.
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