MASSIMOWe sat over breakfast. By me, I was referring to the three of us; I, father and mother. I struggled hard to eat some food, I didn't want him noticing that I wasn't myself, but he kept on making matters worse.I sat at the head of the table, directly opposite him while Mum sat at his right side. He claimed I had earned a spot at the head of the table. Staring down at my breakfast of eggs, sausages, bread, pancakes and maple syrup, tea and some french toast, I kept on trying to drown father's voice. "You made me proud yesterday Massimo, it's good you finally decided to be useful." On a normal day, those words would be as precious as dear life, I had been longing to hear him say that since forever and now that he did, I didn't really care about it. "I bagged two deals at the coronation yesterday, the people were impressed by my choice which is you, I really -" he continued, talking with his mouth full of all kinds of food. Father hardly talked at the table, but today it was li
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