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"Ciao!" Slowly drawing back to reality, I face my son with a weak smile.
[Hello]
I was hit. Real hard.
SHE was here at OUR time. Did he see her? Did he meet her either?
"Stai bene? Si guarda come una che hai appena visto un fantasma," he smirked. Definitely her son.
[Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost]
"Un fantasma? La prego di dirmi che non credi che tipo di merda?" I snorted, giving him a full on smile.
[A ghost? Please don't tell me you believe that kind of crap?]
"Non vi è alcun tipo di merda mi vuoi credere?"
[And is there any kind of crap you want me to believe in?]
"Sì."
[Yes]
"E che cos'è?"
[And what is it?]
"Che sono un super eroe."
[That I'm a superhero.]
We spent a minute staring and I could help but give up and then he followed suit in a fit of laughter. It felt nice.
"I've missed you."
"Nice meeting you too." Smartass just like her.
"Yeah yeah, let's go get you some ice cream before you start crying."
Finally entering, we take a seat and order some ice cream and then he said something that got me staring at him:
"Lime and passion fruit."
"That was her favorite." I look down at the table.
"Now you know where I got that from, what's your favorite."
"Plain old vanilla and coffee."
"Where's the fun in that?"
"She used to tease me about it, she called it a tastebud suicide," I laughed.
"Well it is."
"I've missed you guys so much but I miss her the most to be honest."
"I miss her too but seriously that hurt a bit."
"Yeah and so did yours, what? You don't miss me too?"
"Eh," he waved at me with a bored look. It felt like he threw a blow at me with that wave, "hey don't cry in front of the ice cream you'll make it feel unwanted."
"Is that how you felt?"
"When she left me with Elina? Yes, it is."
"You call her Elina?"
"I know it's Helena {Eh-ley-nah} with the silent 'h'."
"Then why do you pronounce it that way?"
"Because that's the one she uses now."
"Do you know why."
"Sorry, my ice cream's melting."
And just like that, he continued with his ice cream and after a minute of starting I did same.
"So we'll be moving back to our house but then your old room is still the same so I was wondering if you would like to remodel it?"
"Are you doing that to the whole house?"
"No. Just your room. It still has the cradle and all. Maybe you go say goodbye to that before we start moving stuff out?"
"Yeah, sure."
"So, tell me about school."
"It sucks."I chuckled.
"No kidding," I joked and we laughed together.
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MY ONLY SIGHT
General FictionWe live, we feel, we love. First experience was a scar, second was a mistake, the third time was just stupid Love can be deceptive, Love can be true but when it comes we just grab it anyways because we know it feels good
