My dear mother-in-law

Looking at the calendar, he noticed that exactly one month was missing from the first anniversary of his wedding. It is not that the anniversary had any particular meaning for her. But it had always been like that. She liked to set dates, for which to fill a wait. Silvia was 22 years old. The choice of her husband and the subsequent marriage had been more or less combined by her parents and mother-in-law. His name was Filippo, 27 and a law degree…

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