She told me to wait on the bench… I only saw her again after years of torment.
I am Matteo. As a child, I believed my family was simple—fragile, perhaps, but filled with love and warmth. My parents, Clara and Lorenzo, seemed inseparable through my young eyes. Dad ran a small workshop in a quiet Tuscan village called Borgo San Vito, while Mom stayed home to care for me. I was their…
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