A/N: Hey guys! I know I haven't been updating in a long time, things were crazy because I...JUST MOVED. Yeah I just moved and it was such a hassle, but that isn't an excuse! I will try to update more and be on for you guys! Now just a little idea popped into my head: We know Grandpa Rome is a ladies man, I mean...he IS Italian. But we never met or explored the concept of a woman in his life. I will do just that. Now I would like to make this a many part story but that it up to you guys. If you like it and want more, tell me in a review! Also if you would like me to write any stories, it would be great to know! Thank you guys!
Now without further adieu...
Everyone has a mother. Everyone. From the girl down the street to the old man at the library, everyone had a mother at one point of their life. Feliciano and Romano remember a woman who was like their mother growing up.
They always tell the stories different, Feliciano will tell everyone that she was beautiful and go into great detail how beautiful she really was. Even if she didn't look beautiful by today's standards, he would swear up and down that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. He would tell everyone that she used to sing to him when he couldn't sleep, when he painted, she admired every brushstroke; she would make food that he liked and anything that she asked from him, he would gladly give her.
She was his favorite babysitter, someone he was proud to call mother.
Romano tells everyone how she would pick him up and spin him around in a fast circle to make him dizzy. The result would make him dance around in an adorable way, trying to regain his balance, until he fell down on his rump. It never failed to make him laugh, although he regretted telling Antonio this...tomato bastard...
He knew that she was tough on them both, even if Feliciano doesn't remember or mention it. She expected a lot from him, being as he was the older brother. He also knew that she loved them more than she loved grapes, her favorite fruit, or cooking for them. She enjoyed making food and she always made the best olive oils. He loved her smile...the loving, accepting and never fading smile...sometimes he sees that smile in Antonio, but it doesn't make him happy...
It saddens them to remember her because they are forced to think about Grandpa Rome when they do.
Although they didn't know this when they were little, their favorite mother was a servant of Grandpa Rome.
Although they didn't like it, they knew there was a story behind her that needed to be told...this is that story.
Eh? Like it? No? Send me some feedback guys, I'm really outta practice...T.T