Mila
I was wearing shorts and a white shirt as I walked down the stairs, holding Angela's hand in mine. He was dressed in his favourite costume, Spiderman.
I had promised to take him around the city today, and he chose his Spiderman costume for the adventure.
As we reached the bottom of the stairs, the delicious smell of the Focaccia bread Mama had prepared that morning hit our noses. It was one of the things I had missed most while living away from this house.
Angelo slipped his hand out of mine and ran toward the kitchen.
“Hey, good morning!” I heard Mama greet Angelo as I followed him into the kitchen.
“Are you making Focaccia?” I asked, standing in the doorway.
She looked up at me with a warm smile. “Yes, of course. I know how much you love it.”
I smiled back at her. Not even
