Alessandro
I was exhausted. Bringing my parents back home hasn't been easy at all. Immediately I told them what happened to André, my father insisted on returning. My mother already knew that André didn’t want to see her because I had to tell her the truth. She understood, but with my father insisting on returning, my mother’s arrival was inevitable.
I have been so busy that I haven’t been able to talk to the doctor as I would like. I know she is married, but that does not diminish the fun of getting her angry. She is so funny, the way she wrinkles her nose and raises her lip, she looks like a little girl having a tantrum. I smiled to myself; I have that image of her stuck in my head.
“Sir, can I come in?” I heard the voice of one of my men.
“Go ahead,” I responded, resting my elbow on
