When Niccoló was small, he often used to wonder, when his mama will stop looking at him funny, when he will get to see her mother laughing with him, like she laughed with Nona. He often used to question himself, he used to evaluate the things and actions he performed during the day, so as to find when he was wrong. But like every other day, he found nothing.
He found that he sat where his mom wanted him to sit, he realized that he ate what his mama left for him, and he slept when his mama turned the television off. But the answer to that question was also lost, it was never found.
To Niccoló one nod from his mother was like a fate, no matter how many times any nanny refused for it, he did it, just so he could see his mother pay attention to him more.
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