Sunday, from my lunch, striking the two and Riccardo claim his hours of sleep.
I'll take her up and we go with my mom on the first floor to my former room (right now the room of Richard), where is his bed.
I sit in a chair my mom on my old bed, with Riccardo little face against my breast.
Mom and Grandma began to sing:
"Make lullaby you to sleep
beautiful child of the mother ..." I
are moved, the voices of two generations coming together to the third generation to sleep.
E 'was a very beautiful moment.
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