Summer, 1983 (I'll call you by mine)

Mon Coeur

(Note: Thank you Paula V for helping me with Translation!)

The following few days became slightly tenser as the first day of filming was getting closer.

"Momma, Oliver and I are going to go over and meet up with Mr. Stuhlbarg. Do you want to come with us?" Elio yelled from the kitchen. Annella walked into the kitchen giving him a stern look.

"Elio just because I am 73 years old doesn't me mean I am deaf, I can hear perfectly fine piccino."

"I know momma, I just didn't know where you were in the yard."

"Elio, where am I always at in the yard?'

"You my dear mother just want to start trouble today don't you?"

"Well I miss my babies, I don't see why they all had to go on holiday." Annella huffed.

"Momma they asked if you wanted to go with them." Elio said gingerly as he took a sip of his coffee.

"I know they did but who wasn't their nonna tagging along slowing them down?" She said patting her hair to make sure it was all still in place.

"Momma if the kids didn't want you going they wouldn't have asked you to go. Besides who knows you could have gone and met a nice man." Oliver said joking, he was sat at the kitchen island. His laugh quickly changed when Annella gave him the look that only a mother could give.

"Sorry, momma. That wasn't funny I know." Oliver looked at Elio who was trying to hold back a laugh while biting his lip.

"Come on Momma, let's go and see everyone ok?" Elio said holding out his hand to her. She took it and placed her hand in the crock of his arm. They walked out of the house and down the street. There wasn't much going on in the front of the home but when they walked in they were greeted by Luca.

"Come, come tomorrow we start filming and I want you to see everyone in their attired tell me what you think." Luca showed them to the living room where everyone sat around with scripts. Armie and Timmy were sat on the sofa engaged in conversation. Seeing Oliver, Elio and Annella walk in they quickly jumped up to greet them. Michael turned to see who had walked in. He caught Annella's eye, she stopped in her tracks to take in Michael. When they had first met Michaels' hair and beard was long and very dark. Now Annella didn't see Michael, she saw Samuel, the man she had loved since she was eighteen. Michaels' hair had been cut very short his beard trimmed and white had been added. Annella placed one hand over her mouth and another over her heart. She began to slowly walk toward Michael when she reached him she placed a hand on either side of his face. He could see the love she had for her husband still.

"You capture my Samuels essence but can you recreate his soul?" She asked in a soft Italian tone. He took her hands in his and looked into her eyes.

"Annella I will try with every ounce of my being to capture everything that was your Samuel." He smiled at her. He watched as a tear rolled down her cheek.

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In the fall of 1961, Annella Daaé was on holiday with friends to see the exhibits at the museum in Rome. As they walked into the Pantheon and through the Greek sculptures. Annella was captivated by a sculpture of a man holding a child.

"Beautiful isn't it?" A soft voice spoke from behind her.

Annella softly laughed as she tended to do when she was startled.

"Oh ah yes it is. You can tell he loves the child."

"The story behind it is the man was Silenos an old satyr who became the foster-father of the god Dionysos. It was said the divine child was raised by Seilenos and the Nysiades in a cave on the mythical mountain of Nysa after his birth from the thigh of Zeus. The original Silenus resembled a folklore man of the forest with the ears of a horse and sometimes the tail and legs of a horse as well. The later Sileni were drunken followers of Dionysus, usually bald and fat with thick lips and squat noses." His face lit up as he told the story.