Once upon a time in Ventralli

Remembering...

I twisted my hands nervously. Today was her birthday and I couldn't deny her desire this time.

Like every night, my little girl asked me to tell the story of when I met her father. But unlike other nights, this time I couldn't say no. Especially when she was looking at me with those big hopeful eyes, accompanied by a pout. Who could resist that?

I sighed and put the big storybook in the drawer. This story was in my memory and only there. A smile escaped me against my will. It was impossible to contain it with those memories. Of course I would have to tell her the PG version, but I could remember it as really happened, every detail fresh in my memory as if it were yesterday.