*A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2014.*
Matteo: At the park: making friends for life; hating holding my hand and trying to wriggle your way free ("No more," you say, which translates to "Why don't you come back in about an hour, Mom?"); and looking longingly toward the fun and freedom you know the park promises, as I attempt to unbuckle your seat belt as quickly as I can.
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