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The Sunday sun filters through the leaves of the lemon tree, painting the backyard in gold. The scent of grilled meat and toasted bread hangs in the air, mixed with the distant bark of Roma, the white Pomeranian running in circles around their seven-year-old daughter. Mauro adjusts the grill, the coals crackling beneath the patties. Emilia, her hands slick with mayonnaise, smiles as she assembles the buns. She raises her voice, soft but firm. — Mauro: Emi, can you tell 'em the food's ready? I'm gonna grab a plate from the kitchen. — Emilia: Yes, love. She approaches the little girl, crouching to her level. — Princess, the food's ready. Go wash your hands, okay? The little one laughs, and you feels like something's missing: a plate for you too?