At a private Mafia-family wedding, three-year-old Elisa accidentally bumped a pedestal and shattered an antique porcelain vase.
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Chapter 9 / 17
Chapter 9
Elisa asked about the vase the next morning.
“Daddy, am I bad?”
“No.”
“But I broke old thing.”
“Yes.”
She looked worried.
“Expensive?”
Probably.
I shrugged.
“Still a vase.”
She thought.
Then:
“Aunt Lucinda said more than me.”
My chest tightened.
There it was.
Children remember comparison more than price.
I crouched.
“No object in this house is worth more than you.”
“Even gold?”
“Even gold.”
“Even your ring?”
I looked at my signet ring.
Especially that.
“Yes.”
She smiled.
May you like
Lesson complete.
At least for her.
