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  • It was a bright sunny Tuscan afternoon. Volterra is one of the best preserved medieval Italian cities.
    She came to visit me during my five-years-stay in Italy. I thought it would be great to me she was here, and most of all it would be great for her to take a breath from home.
    She was happy to do that trip. She was a simple woman who worked all her life.
    She tried to give me her smile for the picture. She smiles, but, at the same time, she can’t hide a little bit sadness in her expression.
    Her life was not an easy life. My father is not an easygoing person; he’s not a bad man, but he’s closed in his own positions.
    She taught me what love means. She gave us –to my father, my brother and I- all the love a person can give, in simplicity, in silence, in the sweetest way it’s possible to do every single thing.
    She was my mother. She was the best mother in the whole world.
    She passed away a year ago and the last talk we had was about this trip.
    Love you, mom. And I know I’ll see you again.
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