Walking in Rome with my baby
It was dark so I glimpsed at the street lights for reassurance. The rain was pouring down like there was never going to end. Some shops still open were used as shelter by passersby. Rain drops were hitting my window like tiny hammers, making a noise as in frustration for reaching the end of their long journey. I turned and looked at my eleven-month-old son, deep in his sleep, his breath making his tummy go up and down like a small ship in the sea on a windy day. I then felt reassured. He did no..