FIORELLA BIANCHI
It is Christmas Eve, and I decided to take my son for a last-minute shopping. Of course, Benjamin insisted that he call a bodyguard for me, but instead, I decided to take the twins with me. Unfortunately, he had business to take care of, so he did not join us. Quite frankly, the twins are helpful and when I take rests on the benches, they go into a*****e nearby to get the things I need.
Right now, we just left a clothing store, and we are heading to the restaurant because my boys must be tired now. Both Malik and Matteo are pushing the carts. I have already called Benjamin to pick us up in two hours with a much bigger car.
“Mommy, please buy me that ball; I want that ball,” He points out to a boy about his age holding the ball.
“Massimo, mommy is very tired, hungry
