Ismail decided to take a family vacation, take advantage of what was left of the summer. Going back to the island of Sardinia, albeit to a different area like Ogliastra, brought the memories to my head in an unforgettable thread. Being all in the family turned out to be a warmth that melted the ice forged by curveballs in our lives.

Happiness blossomed, the middle ground of things was in place, and it was like being inside our own fairy tale. There was no trace of a consuming fear, nor was there insecurity twisting our present.

Sun…

The sand…

And the waves of the sea lapping on the shore.

Nothing warmer than feeling everything at once, attached to the joy of my children. Isaac and his sister made sand castles. How nice it was to watch them play, appreciate the most innocent scene of the two of them, having fun together. My beautiful Lizzy boasted of a pink swimsuit, but Isaac was not far behind, the paleness was replaced in his complexion by a tan.

I wanted to take a photo, but I was