mia madre – l’hamburger

Ogni tanto mia madre mi chiede

“Che vuoi a cena? Bistecca o hamburger?”

“Bistecca, ma’.”

“Non c’è.”

Mi blocco.

“Ma allora perché me l’hai chiesto?”

Mi risponde con uno sguardo ferito.

“Speravo che mi chiedevi l’hamburger.”

 

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