Mafia Boss’s Son Kept Crying in the Restaurant — Until the Waitress Said: ‘He Just Needs a Mom…
He Just Needs a Mom The first sound that broke the elegant silence of Bellissimo wasn’t the clink of wine glasses or the hum of polite conversation—it was a child’s cry. Grace froze mid-step, her tray shaking in her hands. The crystal glasses rattled like her nerves. The restaurant—gold chandeliers glowing softly, marble floors polished like mirrors—fell silent. Heads turned toward the corner booth where the crying came from. It was a little boy. Maybe four or five years old. He was sobbing so hard his tiny shoulders shook, gasping