"Here kitty, kitty, kitty!"
In the study, lost in my umpteenth translation, I hear Alessandra, my second child, yelling for Marlon, once a stray kitten but now king of the sofa.
Outside, a wan September sun warms the emptiness of a day without Giorgio, my daring, caring and sharing eldest child, who has now become a man and gone to university.
Who would have thought that his absence could hurt with these pangs that amount to feelings of betrayal? I don't know if the pain comes Show full text