Mario and the Koopa Conspiracy by Martin C. Featherworth (i am malala young readers edition txt) 📕

It didn’t even make sense to adults. The two in the other room must have heard them; they were silent for a few moments.
“You are not yourself. You are not the man I married,” continued the female voice. She sounded like she was in tears. “You need to get help, right away…” The male voice growled loudly. Crashes and thuds as well as the woman’s screams caused the two boys to huddle together. Just then, the door opened. A woman with dark wavy hair in careless tangles dashed out to the telephone in the living room where the boys sat. A chubby, slightly overweight man with a mustache and sweaty messed-up hair followed her. Upon seeing the two boys in the living room, his expression changed from insanity-driven rage to harsh regret.
“Che succede, Mamma?” the younger boy asked the woman, who was his mother. “What is it, Mommy?”
“Papà sta per lasciare per un po ‘,” she answered. “Daddy is going to leave for a while.” The man covered his face with his hand. The memory faded into darkness. Imprint

Publication Date: 12-06-2016

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Dedication:
To my dear friend Mr. Speranzanni. May all good things come to you, and may you be filled with joy and peace for the rest of your days. May the stars shine down on you. May good Maker look upon you with favor.