A Beautiful Love Story
“What dream was it, my friend?” the child barely spoke, infected by the catchy excitement of the Flea, but also amazed at the thrilled echo of yet untold words.
“My grandmother had a very beautiful little carpet by the bedside in her little room. She had weaved it herself, in the loom, when she was young. It was a red dewy rose. When I was going to my Grandmother... ”
“Wait, wait a bit... I thought you said the grandparents were living at your place...”
“Well, we had two pairs of grandparents, by God’s will: my father’s parents stayed with us, my mother’s lived with my uncle, my mother’s brother.”
“Yes, you are right. I also have four grandparents...” the little Worm said. “Thankfully, they are all alive and well,” he added.
“May they live long!” the Flea said.
