MAURIZIO FERRARI
“Baby, this looks like an island; is this where we are going?” Anastasia asks, so impatient.
“Maybe,” I answered while driving the black AMG V-Class. I am taking Anastasia and the kids to see my father’s island and to officially meet him. He also called me and told me that he is lonely there and feels so empty most of the time; bringing the kids to him would be the least I can do.
“Are you serious, baby? Baby, I did not even bring outfits that will completely complement the island. And, what about my phone, baby? I would have loved to take pictures of the island.” She whined, pouting like Beverly whenever she wants something from us.
“I brought my digital camera; you won’t need a phone there,”
“But daddy, it’s a vacation and we need our phones to take pictures and p
