few days will be ten years since you left.
But more than that date each year, back to today.
The family was sitting at the table ready for dinner - tortellini that night - when the phone rang, evil.
mother's voice, the essence of despair: they say that it will not arrive until tomorrow morning ... will not make it ...
The board has remained as it was.
The girls slept while we walked behind the frantic 650 miles that separated us from those painful days.
still have the note you wrote me when you see me come into the room at five o'clock in the morning. Who knows what did you tell me ... unintelligible syllables on a yellow pad ... Today I say that probably wanted to warn me that the tide of pain was about to drag me away. Mom looked at us beyond the glass and his eyes never, ever, ever, I may forget. Today I say that she knew.
Then all was silence and each machine was switched off. She and I
. And you who were not there anymore.
Twelve months later. I
. And she was gone.
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