MAURICIO FERRARI
I have a son – 9 years old. He lives in Rome with his mother. I have spent and given my dedication to him. I have done everything for him, but sadly, he cannot live with me. Well, he can, but that could only expose him to my dangerous world. I cannot imagine painting the whole of Italy in red, because something happened to my son.
During the past few days with my brother admitted at the hospital, getting 'special' care, I have been spending so much time with Anastasia. She hasn't been okay ever since Maurizio's fall.
I haven't told her about Maurizio's condition, but if she ever finds out it wouldn't be from me.
"Mommy, can we get ice-cream?"
Oh, did I mention? I finally took Beverly to the amusement park. She has been persisting ever since I started visiting the
