After a few months, Elias learned other words.
Mum, dad, nanny, eat... One by one, he repeated the words he heard more often, so much that his fifth or sixth word was consort, even if so deformed that no one else had noticed what he was trying to say.
He also tried to say queen. After two to three tries, he gave up.
I also insisted much on the word mum, and, later on, mother. It was important, for me, that my son knew what having a family meant.
One of the first words he learned was also busy.
He grew up every day, and I couldn't notice the difference from a week to the next one. But every time I remembered how little he was the first time I held him in my arms, a proud warmth spread in my lungs. My son was really wonderful, smart, and pretty.
