Silvano flattened his ear, discouraged a tad by his mother's words. She did not mean for it but he felt disheartened; maybe now was not the time too, since he was having so hard a time with it. But, but, he wanted it. So badly. The boy scrunched up his face a bit, determined to shift today, or at least get ever closer to it, but oh how he wanted to succeed now, today. Savina had a point, but the boy was beginning to feel a tad impatient. He heard her words, sweet with the language of Italy, of where his mother was from. He understood it, for he and his siblings had been raised on it as they had English. Though it was easy to see their preference, considering the dominant tongue in the land.
"Okay.. Ascolterò voi, Mamma," he answered, eyes focusing on the ground as a focal point. Just.. ease into it, right? Again Silvano shut his eyes, trying not to tighten them together too much. Breathing slowing slightly, the boy willed, so hard, for his body to change, to grow, to be what it could be. Moments later, he peaked open an eye and looked down and his heart fell again. "It.. isn't working.. What am I doing wrong, Mamma?" he whined up this mother, his darker green eyes meeting her emerald ones.
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