MAURIZIO FERRARI
My mother came with a tray of tea and biscuits that she baked. She sets it down on the coffee table and I help myself with the tea and a biscuit.
"You still make the best biscuits you know?" I compliment, taking my second bite.
"Do not say that in front of your wife or she will have you for a meal," She said, causing me to chuckle.
"That's true,"
"How is she?"
"Physically, good but mentally, She is on the verge of losing it," I exhaled sharply.
"Are you two at it again?" She asks with a concerned tone.
"No, but Mauricio is getting between us... this is why I am here, mamma," She sits opposite me on the couch and stares at me without saying anything. I continue to drink my tea with biscuits and just when I was on my third cookie, she clears her throat.
"What h
