When I saw my eight-month pregnant wife washing dishes alone at ten o’clock at night, I called my three sisters and said something that left everyone silent. But the strongest reaction… it came from my own mother.

I squeezed his hand carefully.

—That the home is not the place where everyone rules.

It’s the place where someone takes care of you.

Lucia closed her eyes for a moment.

When he opened them… I was crying.

But this time it wasn’t sadness.

And while in the kitchen my sisters were arguing about who should dry the dishes…

For the first time in a long time I felt that this house…

it could really become a home.