It was an ordinary Saturday, with a partially cloudy sky and a playground filled with children, country offspring or not. Elizabeta was doing her best to keep up with Feliciano, who was using his own speed to catch up with their five-year-old daughter, Rosalia. For about twenty minutes, Rosalia was jogging nonstop to try to get to the playground as soon as she possibly could.
In that brink of time, her parents were trying to jog as well to catch up with her. She had her Barbie Doll and DS in her bag, ready to be dressed up and to play her all time favorite game, Super Mario Bros. Bending his knees, and catching his breath, the Italian father gave up on his jogging exercise. Keeping up with his child was simply too tiring for him. However, his wife watched Rosalia from a distance make her way to the playground.
Once the girl finally made it to the swing set that was dead next to the entrance, she strolled to the bench holding her husband's hand. When they sat down together like a romantic couple on a beautiful day, the male immediately took his phone out of his pocket when he heard a beep. Throughout that day, his best friend, Ludwig, was texting him because they hadn't talked in about a month.
Being a parent, a husband, and being in charge of a family restaurant was difficult, time-consuming work, meaning time with your friends was limited. Opening his inbox, he skimmed his latest message that said "How is your daughter? Has she been following parental orders and eating healthy cuisine?" Chuckling, he replied "She's been nothing other than a wonderful child who always obeys my orders. She even eats her vegetables when I say so!"
While her husband was having his high-tech fun, Elizabeta took some time to admire the nature of the city park. There were bright tulips, daisies, hydrangeas, cornflowers, zinnias, and fruits growing on the fences surrounding the park. That reminds me, I need to fertilize my tomatoes! At home, she did have family garden in the backyard, however, she just started it about a week ago.
Feeling slightly ignored by the Italian, she decided to tap his shoulder. "Huh? What is it?" He didn't want to be bothered at all. "Never mind." Shrugging, he immediately went back to texting Ludwig and leaving a few pictures. The pictures were of his drawings he did of Elizabeta, one of her laying on his bed with a blanket and another of her in a robe.
Tapping on his shoulder again, Elizabeta decided to snap him out of his bizarre attitude. "Whaaaaat?! Is there something bothering you? Just tell me so we can move on!" the brunet snapped. "Yes, of course. You know, you really should use this time to communicate instead of spending it indulged in technology. Save the technology for when you're at home and slash or there's quiet time! To be honest... oh, never mind." She snapped back, then mumbled to stop the argument from getting any worse.
"Do you feel like I'm ignoring you? I just wanted to talk to Ludwig, you know? I haven't talked to him in so long and I felt that using this time would be a good use of alone time." Feliciano tried to be nicer. "I understand, it's just, I'd prefer using family time for talking instead of using your phone and what not. I know this sounds off topic, but I want to get our little one some gelato. She's been so good lately, and she's probably hungry by now." Elizabeta took her wallet from out of her purse. "Okay, from now on, I'll use family time for talking! Oh, sure, go ahead! Try not to give her too much, however. She's been complaining about a sore tummy lately from overindulging." Nodding, she got up and walked to the playground to get the girl.
"Do you wanna get some gelato?" Her mother bended down and patted her head. "Yes, anya! I wanna get a peanut butter chocolate gelato!" the younger one sang. The older one threw out her arms and hugged her daughter. "We'll go right now. Don't eat too much, however. Papa is trying to keep you from getting sick like last time." Making way to the ice cream stand, Liz carried Rosa and made the order. "One peanut butter chocolate SMALL gelato cone, please." The ice cream man nodded, and gave the little girl the cone. "One euro, please. That will be all!" he ordered politely. The woman handed the man the money and put Rosa down back on the ground and let her eat. Liz did this so that she wouldn't get gelato all over her white dress with roses that Feli got her. Suddenly, Elizabeta came across a man she had no desire to see . . .