Mama said…

 

italian smile

 

A quiet sunny afternoon, me and my mum talking about cooking, spices and such; all of a sudden:

Mum: You know those unbelievably handsome, charming, sophisticated, smart and stylish gentlemen you meet?

me: Yeah?

Mum: There’s always something broken in them, something that is not quite right.

me: And what if there isn’t?

Mum: Do you know how we call them, if there isn’t?

me: Perfect…?

Mum: Never yours, dear, never yours…

 

love phenya love

 

 

 

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