Me (to my daughter): ‘Noëmi, you are so beautiful.’
Noëmi (15): ‘No way. No. Not at all.’
My husband joining us: ‘What’s the topic?’
Noëmi: ‘Nothing special. Mama is complimenting on her own genes.’
Me (to my daughter): ‘Noëmi, you are so beautiful.’
Noëmi (15): ‘No way. No. Not at all.’
My husband joining us: ‘What’s the topic?’
Noëmi: ‘Nothing special. Mama is complimenting on her own genes.’
This morning:
Our daughter (15): ‘Papa, do we have anything delicious for breakfast?’
Papa: ‘Don’t know. Let’s go down the kitchen to prepare something, call your brother, too.’
She (to her bro): ‘Walter, watch out, escape, run for your life, I got caught, but you might still have a better life waiting for you somewhere else….!’
She’s turned 15 today.
Only 15 and she is already constantly busy with the welfare of mankind!
My girl.
Paper and digital drawings of my daughter (14).
Quick conclusion based on the drawing skills which people say are inheritable within the family: no idea who the real parents of our daughter might be..
Me to my daughter: ‘You are more and more beautiful.’
She: ‘Mama, you are just complimenting on your genes.’
A regular Sunday evening home – each member of our family communicating in his/her own temper.
Me (exhausted): ‘I’ve been suspecting for a while that our children have inherited some secret Italian genes..’
My husband: ‘I would love to talk to you about it only I cannot hear what you’re saying..’