Kindergartens

Now I put on my coat and cap, sit on the bench in the locker room, and wait for mom. Please, please, Lord, let Mom come to pick me up! At least to eat. The pasta is soft, the egg sucks. Yesterday I threw up, they made me get up, they took me to the center of the room, left me standing there alone while they went to get something to clean me, because I had all the apron dirty of vomit. I called Mom, I was wet, I was ashamed because they were all staring at me…

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Patrizia Poli

Patrizia Poli

Patrizia Poli was born in Livorno in 1961. Writer of fiction and blogger, she published six novels.