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Saturday morning. After a week in fast-paced, relaxed breakfast with croissants with cream, milk, coffee.
- You know mom, I discovered that what I do when you grow.
- How nice! He says.
- I want to be gardener.
(The gardener? If his only love is a cactus ... Well, better than when he wanted to become a magician. Look for a school of magic would have resulted in serious difficulties ...)
- And why do you want the gardener ?
- Why it will never leave you. I'll do the only gardener in our garden!
- Ah, great. But with your work you will earn money that you need to live.
- Logical. I will pay you, because I only your gardener.
spoke brothers:
- I too will never leave you and Daddy! I will never marry!
- Bleah, not even me! We'll be together. All together, forever!
- Ghe ghe! (He always wants to participate too small).
Their dad and I look at. The horrid vision of forty-four lazy around the house that it crosses my mind.
Come on, it is only a vision. Moreover, at their age I was saying to my parents not to ever, ever wanted to marry me.
The fact that I live just below them, is another story.

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Sunday morning, rains. Her husband is away on business. Churning out my carrot muffins, transcribe the ingredients on labels carrot shaped, wrapping around the transparent paper in the food. Mounted in cars, children with a basket of muffins on his knees, and so on.
the church square. Three or four cars are already there. A nod and quiet and efficient download a plastic table, a tablecloth, a variety of umbrellas, children. More cars arrive, deliver and slip away in the wet. I commend the little brothers (cover with an umbrella, do not run in the parking lot, you're close to me) and help my friends to have the goods on the table. The Morning Mass is about to end, we have to hurry. Mama B. clinched the beautiful potholders, mother S. prepared shortbread, other moms have brought some amazing cakes. I look at my poor disconsolate muffin (hopefully good!).
- Mom, you try one there?
- No, need to raise funds.
Mom M. has prepared a sign:
Fundraising Primary School, donation.
(But not too much, hehehe).
Eh, yes. It is rumored that the school is short of money. It is rumored that there is no money to buy plasters. (Già!). So we organized our mothers. We support public education!
continues to rain. Leaving the faithful, cast a quick glance at our sweet, our children, someone shakes his head, move away apace.
the square, we are just us and our umbrellas.
- Mom, have not taken anything. Give us a muffin?
- Not yet. There are two other Masses.
We are all happy. It 'nice to be between mothers and classmates on a Sunday any, outside the usual routine. There's even a bar, just right for coffee. We give the round.
The Mass of the eleven, one for children, those who attend primary school, is a hit: flake and someone offers you take away even my muffin.
We have collected funds. We bought the chalk. We have funded two workshops for our students.
At home, dad is back and welcomes us with a lunch.
- Dad, today was beautiful, I tell ...
Children are proud, they did something for their school.

We joined our children to school closer to home because we want them to feel part of our environment. Her classmates are also the owners of the catechism, and we often find ourselves all together to have a snack at the playground. The culture does not stop school education, but this undoubtedly occupies a large part of the lives of our children and we live in hope that the best way. We are not interested so much a vote as their commitment. We demand respect (not worship) of the rules, teachers, mates. At home, after the tasks, there are games, music, books. Every so often there is a visit to the museum or art exhibition, a journey ...


Ps: I learned with relief that my muffins did not kill anybody.
Ps: in the afternoon I stuffed my children with cooked carrot muffins for them.

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up there 'I wanted

Looking at the starry sky.
- James, when we die?
- I do not know. When the time comes for our death.
...
- James, and when we die, we go around the Moon and planets?
- No. We will go much, much higher.
- Higher up where?
- Near to God

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a reckless life ...

not across the ocean in a nutshell, does not conquer unclimbed peaks, does not explore the mysterious jungle, not the sunrise shot in a bar, but every day is an adventure ... I get up at 6.30. The first gesture is to reach out, turn off the cell and cradling a little small, you do not wake up right now. I ran into the living room, turn on the stove and there system over four drains of clothes, so that you warmer. Four different in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Then I sit down to sip my coffee table along in peace. I think. Spring is coming, the blood of one of the children went well, today no bills to pay.
I look at my watch: it's time to wake the family.
Sugar and honey
- Hello kids! It 's time to get up! Cloud hot milk and biscuits awaits you!
...
...
I look at my watch. It 's time to throw out of bed the troops. I turn on the light, I open the shutters:
- HELLO CHILDREN! BREAKFAST AND 'READY! There
risers with a smile and who's not. Those who appreciate the cookies today and those who wanted chocolate. Each morning, a lottery. They are trifles. Then begins the whirlwind of toothbrushes, combs and odd socks.
- cute kids, we're late! You teeth! You do it! The apron, where your apron?
The living room is reduced to a battlefield, but maybe we did this morning.
All ready? Taking a baby's arm tightly wrapped in a blue astronaut suit, examine with a critical eye the offspring
- James, glasses! Leonardo, the shoes!
- Oops, sorry mum.
We reach the car and crammed inside. Backpacks in the trunk!
- Leonardo!
- Oops, sorry mum! I run and get it!
Finally, with Michael Jackson's Thriller, which fills the passenger compartment (mother, then put the number nine please. I want the four. Then it's the six!) Scapicolliamo us down the hill.
The school car park is almost deserted.
- Mom, we're late?
- Um no. The gate opens in ten minutes. We wait in the car! Billie Jean
us company.
left two more in school, four essential chat with friends and then off to the asylum, where to download the third child.
alone, the fourth child and myself, until lunchtime, when we recover his brothers.
- Mom, the teacher said that you had to notice the sign!
- Yes, at home, you sign it.
- Mom, slip the socks you gave me for gymnastics were all full of holes!
- Sgrunt! That machine is likely scrapping!
- Mom, you sent me to kindergarten no pants! (Yes, it happened ... I have not slept for several nights)
-! Wow! If they have noticed the teacher? The afternoon

soon passes, including a commitment of school, a picnic to the gardens, homework, games. E 'during the afternoon that I watch them grow, my children.
And evening comes. Like almost every mother, even adoration of the madness, I can not wait to put them to bed. They are exhausted, the dream of a quiet house, sofa and little film is about to be realized.
The baby's crying is inconsolable.
I say to the handsome husband, returned from work with a fever of 39:
- The exchange rate, and have him fall asleep on you.
- What a blow it in my face!
- Come, knock? It did not take barrel today!
I look better: on the cheek has a strange draft. The bare, red has drafts popping up around the little body!
'm in the car and ran towards the hospital. Every cry of a child, I drilled the heart. I'm afraid. I think.
But who made me do! There is always one! Four children! Take me to the grave prematurely! I do not do it! Too many worries! And then four will also face four teenagers!
Yes, all mothers, even those with four children, now and then falter.
few hours later I come home with the baby in her arms treated with cortisone and antihistamine. This time it went well.
The father of my children and I embrace. Film and sofa are postponed until tomorrow. The house is quiet. We hope that this night the Witch from Snow White is not knocking at the window, the monster who lives under the bed if it remains good good under the bed, the darkness is not too dark. For tonight, at least.

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girls and boys waiting for the baby

temperature almost spring. The little sleep. I take this opportunity to go out in the garden, plunged into the Pensieve (a kind of chair-swing hanging from the magnolia) and enjoy a quiet moment. The largest is reading Harry Potter, the two are playing on the grass middle. I close my eyes and savor the peace and the chirping of birds.
not last long. The birdsong is drowned out by a sudden burst of screaming children:
- Ugly!
- Spusone!
- Mom! He told me spusone!
Slip eyes tightly, to fend for themselves.
- Horrible!
- Spusonissimo!
- Horrible and spusonissimo together!
- ...
- Superbruttissimo and supersposonissimo!
-... FEMALE!

I open one eye. Female? Here I have to take action!

- Mom! He told me girl!
- That's exactly. Female is not an insult. I am a female. The medium-small
looks at me incredulously
- YOU are a female?
- Yes, I am a female. And I'm happy to be a female. I am proud to be a female. And if I were not a female four of you does not exist, why is this woman who brought you into the belly! The medium-small
looks at me with eyes wide open. With a little feeble, slender repeats the question:
- YOU are a female? Li

these boys grow up. It will grow. And I promise that I will do my best.
Happy Valentine's Day!

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In cars, direct to the surgery.

- This time do not call it until we are sure that Sofia is a girl.

- Okay. As we call it then?

- ZY, knows of a mystery.

- ZY is kicking. He does not like this mysterious name.

- Until the morphology will ZY. When?

- In almost two months. Today is a normal visit control, will not tell us anything.

Doctor.

- So here it is ... heart, placenta posterior cord, but oh boy, look how beautiful this kicks!

-!

In August, two years after James was born ZY, anagrafe Leonardo, the most beautiful baby in the world. (And a little chubby, saw its 4420 gr.).

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My brother P. is pregnant. His eldest son will be born next summer. It 'good to see him so happy and enthusiastic. It 's funny to see him park his new car- tandem next to our car-setteposti. Obviously
technically but my sister is pregnant ...
family meals. Table with his grandparents, sisters, brothers-and host of grandchildren. Father-in-law, who is spupazzando my youngest of eight months (which you spupazzare willingly), it is stated candidly about:
1) How are increased in the last pregnancy, (sic) (pretty much fifty pounds, I answer I. To which my mom says she has never exceeded nine pounds).
2) How many diapers use on average per day, and which brand. I tried cloth diapers? (In this connection I am experiencing ...). Kicks off a lively discussion about poop and pee. The males are actively involved, especially with so many "Yuck!" and "What's disgusting."
3) At night we sleep? (No, it's eight years and four children that we do a whole night). That's scary.
But the highlight is when brother P. asks my husband if he was present in the delivery room (yes, it was always present. Discreet and quiet). Father-in-law comments:
-Well, it must be painful, though!
- ... (Moms know).
Cognato P. continues
- Maybe (maybe) is more painful for us parents, we are powerless next to her that we love and who are suffering.
AND NO! THAT ITS NOT! I close the roar female following this reckless thought.

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car.
- So, tomorrow at 11.
- Yes, the morphological analysis.
- You will know if it is male or female ...
- Yes, and if it's okay, two arms, two legs ...
- It 's a girl, I can feel it.
- ...
- Sofia, then?
- Sofia is fine. And if it's a boy?
- Boh!

Dall 'sonographer.
- Excuse me, is a male or a female?
- I do not ever utter.
- How not to pronounce anything, do not you see?
- If you want to see for yourself, go ahead. The eminent
turn the screen on our side.
- Dear! It 's a boy!
-?
- Well ... the bulge between her legs ...
- What protuberance, dear?
In August, James was born, the child most beautiful in the world.

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snack

The puppets are hungry, it's time to break, but his mother is engaged to cradle a baby desperately.
- Mom, are you doing bread and Nutella?
- Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
- Mom, we hungry!
- Calm the baby and you are now.
...
- Mom! You promised us bread and Nutella!
-Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
reminded of the mother's mantra Montessori just in time "help me to do it alone" and has a great idea:
- Take the bread, open the jar of Nutella and prepare a snack for themselves. Use the spoon, not the knife! (Mamma wise).
Silence in the kitchen.
The puppets are no longer hungry and are proud to have arranged.
The new jar of Nutella, the family size, is empty.

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Story # 1: Logging

DISCONNECT

by: Marco Dominici

Disconnecting ... and I wake up.

I hear my father's voice calling me from the darkness, are the seven, I get up, eat, smoke a cigarette, I wash, get dressed, go out.

Life begins: disconnecting from darkness, the emptiness, out of nowhere, disconnection, that word before I wake, when I wake up.

I was dreaming, I do not remember what, I do not remember anything, just that word. Disconnecting from a dream, like turning off a switch, pull the plug, cut the wires, enough, END, STOP, dark, and then life throws you out of bed.

Blood, thick and viscous heavy drops of blood falling into the sink, Plick ... blood that mixes the water and walks away, down the drain in the sink.

The red blood turns me on, you want to drink it, you want to take the injured finger in his mouth and sucking up to dry, come want to make small cuts on his arm with the blade out and see it, admire it, warm, full bodied, nourishing. Blood and Flesh.

I want your blood.

- Ouch! - My sister Gina was cut with a knife while I was preparing breakfast, sticks his finger to his lips.

- Let me see - I say while I'm on a paper towel. The dabbed the wound. I want your blood ...

... Plick.

I leave home, down the road with the desire to fly off, think of a shining red drop of blood, afraid of my seventeen years and the conviction that they must have at least one certainty in life.

say that seventeen is an unlucky number, the earlier they have been ... I do not remember.

What have I been doing all these years? No, I do not remember and keep walking.

I'm going to find Michael.

Someone else said that on the seventeenth luck.

A house is not Michael, her mother tells me that he went to school.

I go to the gardens.

I find the usual bench. E 'alone. He stands there motionless.

I sit next to him.

- Why always come here? -

- Hello Mario. -

- I want to say that you doing? -

- Nothing. -

- ... -

- ... -

- When you come to school? -

- no returns. -

- Why? -

- There is no why, so, I'm here and I try not to think, but I can not ever, is difficult. -

- Today I'm not either, take a walk, I want to walk. - The story

the finger of my sister, do not seem to hear me, but it is not, I know how it's done, it always seems not to listen to you, look straight ahead blankly, eyes scattered, but do not drop to the ground even a word.

Gina likes, as I saw the look, carefully, with curiosity.

She never spoke, only a few hello.

says that some people do not need to talk. He's right.

continue to walk and talk, the rest of the day is lost in all.

Seven-thirty, What did I do yesterday?

not remember, get up, eat, cigarette, water and soap, deodorant, clothes it's cold, underground.

Where does sadness? If it's dark you can not do anything if you do not see anything behind you, if there is nothing in front of you, you can not do nothing, wait and pull you forward, and hope they go up to someone playing a song, old ones, so that everything changes, because then you can not.

And the man gets on the wagon, and attacks a song I do not know, taking me far away where they have never been, where I'll never go, and I thank him, but I have no words for him, only a few coins.

Two old women who hitherto had been quietly looking at him suspiciously, comment on each other in a low voice, and when he gives his hat jingling the coins that he collected what they pretend not to see him. Who knows what they are called I wonder.

Every time I meet someone who has nothing to do with the rest, I realize that something is out of place, but they are not, everything else is wrong.

The contrast that is created makes the other person's card, fake, plates, totally unaware of themselves, trapped in a mechanism that is idling, and it seems that we do not make account.

While they, that they look around wondering what's going on, have the same flavor of pure real person invented characters, who meet in the books.

When I meet these people I follow.

She is on the escalator in front of me, looks around. He notices that I'm staring at her and she does the same, I feel that should say something, and so I look away.

I have to go to school, but began to follow it without thinking.

I try not to see, keep me safe distance. I do not care to know, what I want is just look at her, watch her without her knowing it, see how it moves.

has something special, but I can not figure out what. Does not seem to go nowhere, passes through the stalls of the market, but does not stop at nothing. It 'very capable to walk among the people, wriggling between people without touching them almost as if there were, like paper thin.

I lost. I walk faster, looking for his head, among others.

E 'there, looking up, a blue balloon flying over the buildings, and higher still, but I already know that at some point explode, and with him his dream, because this is his hope , all times be a bit ' higher than before, right?

But no, it continues to rise, is a blue dot in the blue sky and then it is too small, too blue to be able to see again.

- What do you want from me? -

My heart jumps in my throat, no this should not happen, I want from you?

Nothing, nothing, you should not slipping by without my noticing it, you should not own.

I look at her without answering, I pretend that my surprise and innocence, as if I had followed her all morning.

- Why are you following me? -

At this point I have no way out, I have to invent another lie, a half-truth ...

- Really ... I like you, I could not take my eyes off ... would you go out with me? - And when I realize that the lie is more real than the truth for a moment I hope to say yes.

- ... -

- ... -

- You are desperate - now smiled that beautiful smile he has.

- You really are desperate. Too bad you were too cute ... goodbye. -

And there's more.

is now late to go to school.

On the bus there is a lot of people, but still there are no seats.

So I cling to the support with both hands and wait. I wait to get home, waiting by the central doors, as the bus goes, creeps in traffic, with its load of people waiting. He expects at a red light.

wait and watch people speak, someone is silent for luck, I may switch off, I'm just tired.

not remember what time of year I find myself, what is missing at the end of the school, I want to leave (in nowhere), I want to go to the beach with my sister Gina, make sand castles with her, digging a huge hole and seppellirmici inside.

A fly puts me in the nose, dragging the aspire to myself before I sail into account. The lungs reject it and start to cough but I can not eject it.

People are starting to look annoyed.

cough even more violently, I can not help myself, and eventually, vomiting on the legs of man sitting in front of me, the balloon vomit blue, the smile of the girl, the distant music, the park benches and blood of my sister.

no longer remains nothing is completely empty.

Michele's father died two years ago.

lived alone, was separated from his wife, Michele, and occasionally visited him, and sometimes accompanied him. Her father was sympathetic to me, spoke little but had a lot of comics.

One afternoon we found him dead, and when I saw him I ran away. I left my friend alone to look after his father died, I am a coward.

I ran with my stomach in turmoil, like now, I run home after he vomited on the legs of a man, I run at home, maybe even cry, I wish there was Gina at home waiting for me, I need her.

I need her?

came to the door and I attack the bell.

And 'my sister to open the door, not someone else, you Gina for luck.

The look in your eyes, right in his eyes blacks and ask

- It 's ready for lunch? -

She smiles warmly, makes me go into the house.

- Yes, almost, how did it go today? -

- Well - and now it seems to me that everything went really well.

And this is enough for me, I just really.