“Mama, why do you always give me pie when I am sad?” asked Valerio, with a tilt of his head.Maria bent down, eye level to her son and handed him a small plate with a small piece of homemade blueberry cheesecake pie on it. Love shined brightly in her bright green eyes, as she looked at her seven-year-old son. He looked just like his father each and every single day. With his curly black hair, gray eyes and natural long lashes framing them. His tears from falling on his bike, all gone and dried up. The only thing he had from her, was a small birthmark behind his right ear. It was hardly noticeably because of his curly hair covering his ear. Someone would have to physically move his hair away from his right ear, in order to see it. I did what needed to be done, she said to herself whenever she thought of his father.
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