Mom, can I sleep at grandma’s today?
I heard on the bus this morning…
when I managed to turn around to see the child, that made me go back to the past with just one sentence…
She was no longer within my reach.
I traveled far…
When did time go by and make us adults full of boring priorities?
We fight every day for something that we don’t know if it’s what we really want…
When in fact, grandma’s house is what everyone would need to be happy.
Grandma’s house is where the hands of the clock take a vacation with us and spend the minutes unhurriedly arriving.
Grandma’s house is where a simple pasta and homemade bread get different flavors, delicious…
Grandma’s house is where an innocent afternoon can last for an eternity of games and fantasies.
Grandma’s house is where the cupboards hide old clothes and mysterious tools.
Grandma’s house is where the closed boxes become chests of secret treasures, ready to be unveiled.
Grandma’s house is where toys rarely come ready, they are invented on the spot.
Grandma’s house, everything is mysteriously possible, magic happens and without worries.
Grandma’s house is where we find the remains of our parents’ childhood and the beginning of our lives.
Grandma’s house, on the inside, is the address of our deepest affection, where everything is allowed.
That luxury no longer belongs to me – unfortunately – it will live with me only in memories.
Even so, if I could place an order now… any order of all orders in the world, I would order the same thing…
Can I sleep at grandma’s today?