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Gino shoved himself out of his father's embracing arms.
"Getoffmee," Gino cried out, falling back onto the ice. Gambino looked at his son, a look of suprise in his eyes.
"Gino.. It's me, your father," Gambino said softly, placing one of his dirty hands over his heart. Gino blinked, then stood up. He looked at Gambino, then cried out "MOMMY!"Gino scampered past Gambino and into the arms of a woman that was standing behind Gambino. She picked up the boy and slung him onto her hip. She pushed Gino's disheveled blonde hair with her black gloves and looked at Gambino.
"My name is Sarah," she said softly. She placed Gino down onto the icy ground, and extended her hand out to him as Gino scampered behind her black Beatnik skirt. Gambino shook her hand, depressed that his own son didn't remember him.
"Gamb--,"He started. She held up her hand.
"I know," She said, as she ran her fingers through the young boy's blonde hair.
"Mommy, who is this," Gino asked, and peeked his eyes from behind her skirt. She turned around, and pulled him fowards.
"Do you have the place to stay for tonight," she asked softly, ignoring the child's question. Gambino shook his head.
"Then you can stay in our guest room, right. It is Christmas day after all," She said.
"Presents," Gino cheered, a smile crossing his face.
"Yes. Presents! I finished my shopping and when I turned around, you were gone. So, would you like to stay in our guest room," She said.
"I guess so," Gambino said, seeing his other possibility is sleeping here, in the ice and snow and cold.
"Good. Let's go open some gifts," She said.
"YAYYY," Gino cried out happily, and bounced up and down. She laughed and Gambino felt something that he hadn't felt for awhile, a sense of warmth and feeling wanted. Gambino followed the two, his running son and the woman that has been acting as Gino's mother for the past 55 days. Every now and then, Gino would stop and motion for the two of them to hurry up, that they were too slow, before he would run off again, laughing. Sarah would then laugh at the boy and tell him," You are the one going to fast." Within 10 minutes of leaving the icy barren facility from which Gambino found his son, they walked up the pathway to a yellow and light green one story house. The hosue had a layer of snow on top of it, which made the house seem even more cozy. Sarah unlocked the house's green door, as a flood of wartmth encompassed Gambino. Gino ran in first, Sarah second and Gambino last, as Sarah shut the door. She shook snow off her In Da Hood Green Sweater, and took off her Green Buckle Trench Hat, and placed it into a closet that was parallel to the front door. Gambino looked around the living room. It was cozy, with deep red walls and smoky gray colored carpet, though most of the carpet was covered with a large ancient rug in the center. There was a large leather couch, and two reclining leather chairs. There was a TV on a deep red lacquered TV stand, and next to that was a rather puny Christmas tree, overstocked with ornaments and lights that twinkled slowly. There was a stack of gifts below the tree, the wrapping paper reflecting the lights from the Christmas tree back cheerfully. Gino had placed his coat in the closet and bounced around his "Mother",who had sat on the couch. She motioned for Gambino to sit, which he did, on one of the reclining chairs.
"Can I open one? Pleeeassseee! Prettyyy pllleaaasseee," Gino begged, sticking out his lower lip in the attempt to use to old "Puppy Dog" look. Gambino wanted to scold the child, but Sarah only laughed.
"Go ahead. Open one," she said, pushing him softly to the tree. He scampered over to the tree and picked up a gift with red and gold paper and a gold ribbon.
"The tag says 'To: Gino, my little nephew. Love: Grandma Petunia,'" Gino read aloud. The package was square and shallow. Gino ripped the package open and looked inside. Gino's face dropped, as he pulled out a pair of red and white striped socks. Sarah and Gambino both laughed, as Gino placed the socks back into the package, as he reached for another gift. This package was blue with snowflakes. He looked at the tag.
"To: Gino, Love: Great Granddaddy Patrick," Gino read. He tore into the gift, which was a box from Gambino Outfitters. Gino opened the box and his face changed from happy to a startled look.
"What is it," Sarah asked. Gino looked up at her, reached inside the box, and pulled out a Red Leather Mini Skirt. Gino showed it to her for a second, then shoved it back into the box as if it was on fire.
"U..Remember. Great Grandaddy Patrick is a little senile," Sarah said, amazement in her voice. Gino shoved the present beside the socks, and moved on, still phased by the mini skirt. Gino continued to unwrap gifts, and at the end, there was a little stack of gifts, while Gino was playing with one of the toys he got.
"Gino, get ready for bed. And I'll lead you to the guest room," Sarah said, adressing the last part to Gambino. He nodded, and she led him down a hallway that was on the wall perpendicular to the front door. She flicked a switch, and a light above lit the hallway. The hallway wall red as well, with black and white pictures hanging on them. The doors to the rooms were painted black as she opened the second door on the left. She led him into the room, which had light yellow walls with mint green trim and beige carpet. There was a bed with a light wood colored frame and a quilt on top of it, along with Yellow and mint green pillows. There was a wooden desk next to the window, and an empty closet was parallel to the desk. Papers were skattered all over the desk as Tara picked them.
"Sorry. This room is usually empty. I write in here sometines," She said, scooping all the papers up. She smiled.
"It's ok," Gambino said. He looked around.
"Is this ok? Or do you want another room," She asked. Gambino shook his head as Gino ran in.
"Come on. Let's go," She said, leading Gino and herself out, and shutting the door behind her. Gambino looked around the room once more, before laying down onto the bed. He closes his eyes and falls asleep instantly, leaving the light on.

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