Rage-2

(Three years before)

Gabriele and Stella kept running around me. The three of us were waiting in the lobby for Elio to join us for dinner at one of the great Italian restaurants in town.

Our son, Gabriele, had lifted his little sister to show me how big and strong he had become at seven years old.

Stella burst out laughing and begged her brother to put her down. She had just turned five but was determined to act like a big girl. Then she squealed with joy when she saw her father coming out of his office.

Gabriele had been reluctant to put his little sister down, but he had smiled broadly when he saw her being lifted into the air by their father.

My treasures were exact copies of Elio, much to his dismay. Our children had inherited their Family's characteristic dark blue eyes and dark brown hair.

He had spent the night trying to convince me to give him another baby, preferably a little girl who would look just like me:

"Amore mio, a little girl who would have your hair, and your