This story is about a girl. Who needs to be free!!!
She believes in Magic and Love! She's an artist, sensitive and different.
But she is not supported by one person.
A person she has to see every week.
As you can see, this is a problem she has to f...
School started on Tuesday. The first time virtually. It's Friday right now and my dad is at work, like every Friday.
Class is fun, but very boring at the same time.
I messaged my mom on my school computer and told her to come over at lunch. The computer is so slow, I don't know if she saw it. Looking out the window every once in a while to see if she might be there, but I don't see her. I'm in the class right before lunch. I'm getting worried that mamma didn't get my message, but excited to see her if she did.
"Did you email mamma?" I ask Simon.
"Ya," he answers.
"My class just ended for me," I tell Simon. It's lunchtime now.
Click,Clock,Click,Clock
"Mamma!" Simon hurries off his chair and into the kitchen. "Mamma," I hear him say. I reach the kitchen and enter the backdoor.
"Mamma." I smile. Simon breaks apart from his hug with mamma and walks to the sink.
My hug is long, relaxed and happy. The smell of her hair and the way I feel safe with her, she's so perfect.
"Mamma." I smile again and kiss her.
"Amore mio." (my love) I break apart from the hug and she closes the door behind her. "Come state," (How are you guys) she asks.
"Bene," we both answer. (Good)
"We need to have Lunch," I say. She opens the fridge and looks through it.
"What a sad fridge," she says. She opens the freezer. "There's nothing here," I look through the fridge and find a very small container, with the leftovers, in the back.
"Here," I say giving it to Mamma.
"Is this for you only?" She eyes the container.
"No... it's for both of us." I grab a pan for her and she dumps the pasta carefully on the pan. I smile.
I'm about to speak but I hear a bang outside the door. My pulse quickens and my head turns toward the door. Is dad maybe here?
"What?" Simon asks.
"Nothing," I say, smiling,"Just thought there was somebody coming,"
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After eating our lunch, we enter the living room and I read her something I wrote in class the other day. Of course, she loved what I wrote.
"Here," She says, handing us cookies that she made. She walks closer to the kitchen and we follow. "Is this your room?"
"Ya," We answer and she enters our room.
"So cute," She smiles, "che bello," (how pretty) Showing her a few toys, we walk back to the living room.
As we enter the living room again, my mom examines the room curiously, stepping on the white and black carpet that stays in the middle of the room.
"The energy here," Mamma says.
"You can feel it?" I ask.
"Yes."
She begins to sing a mantra and I join her.
As we sing, animal noises join too. Simon comes in and starts to make bear noises. My mom makes a monkey voice, while I do a bird sound. I wonder if anyone will come running, to see what the sound is. I close my eyes.
I Love Mamma.
At the end of this small ritual for clearing, you can feel the energy being lifted. My dad's presence getting quieter.
I smile when I open my eyes and we all hug each other.
"Ti Amo," We all say. (Love you)
"How long are you staying?" I ask, after the hug.
"Until you start your next class," Mamma answers.
"Isn't this Illegal, that you are here?" I ask, worry in my eyes.
"No...I just came to help." She winks.
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Class is about to start now, so Mamma's starting to leave. We walk her to the backdoor.
I hug her tightly and kiss her again and again, Simon does the same.
"Ti amo, Mamma," Simon says and kisses her. (Love you)
"Ciao," I say. She starts to walk down the wooden balcony and we watch her as she walks down the stairs. She smiles and blows us kisses.
"Ti amo!" I call, smiling.
My next class is full of smiles as I listen to the teacher speak, feeling warm inside. Mamma is the best.
