It seemed like a Saturday like any other, a beautiful sun, a peaceful night like so many others since my husband left. Breakfast was on the table when my son Gabriele entered the kitchen. He was different that morning; he didn't have the same look on his face as other boys his age. He had just turned eighteen and had gone out with his friends that evening, like every other night, so I made him breakfast before he went out again; I knew he was going to the beach. He came into the kitchen and, as was his custom, greeted me with a sweet kiss on the cheek, then sat down at the table to eat his usual cup of milk and cookies. But that morning wasn't like the others. He kept his left hand constantly resting on his lap and with the other he gripped the spoon forcefully, as if it weighed a kilo or more and not just a few grams. I pretended nothing was wrong and sat down next to him. I discreetly noticed him, scrutinized him, and immediately realized that his left hand was resting on the fly of his pants, as if he were hiding something. That's when I had that terrible doubt. Was he like his father? Had it happened to him too? Had he finally become a man? Had he finally had his first sexual encounter? I didn't know how to begin the conversation, but suddenly his voice pulled me from my silent thoughts. Suddenly, looking me in the eyes, he said with a saddened expression: "Mom, I have to confide in someone, and since Dad's not here, you're the only family member I can talk to about certain things." "Tell me, my darling. You know there shouldn't be any secrets between us." "You know, Mom, yesterday I met a girl, she was beautiful. She's eighteen too, but she's small, petite." " "So what happened?" Mom said. "Well, we'd all been drinking, you know, in the pub, as it happens... then she came up to me and whispered something in my ear. "And what did she say to you, tell me calmly. "She told me I was very cute and that I knew how to keep my secrets well." "Excuse me, Gabriele, but what secrets was she talking about?" Mom said. "Gabriele's face darkened, he looked at me with mean eyes, it almost seemed as if he hated me, and then he said: "So you want me to believe that in all this time you didn't notice anything? You didn't notice what your son had between his legs?"
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