FIORELLA BIANCHI
It has been over an hour since I locked myself in the bedroom with my son, and he is not willing to sleep unless Gabriele sleeps with us again. He is weeping on the bed, adding a lot more to the stress I have, and I don’t want to lose it on my son.
“Baby, Uncle Gabriele is tired, he needs to rest, and so does mommy. Can we please sleep today, and you will see him in the morning?” I calmly beg him, hoping he would listen, but the stubbornness in him got the better of him.
“No, I want to sleep with Uncle Gabriele now, mommy,” He cries.
I know if I don’t give him what he wants now, he will never stop. Even though I know he will eventually end up dosing off to sleep while weeping, I feel the need to take him to Gabriele.
“Alright,” I get out of bed and carry him in m
