To the business owner, who welcomes everyone with a smile.
To the woman with the tremendous heart.
To the family, who opens their doors for summer pizza and banter.
To the nonna, on a mission, maintaining the theory of ‘socks and scarves.’
To the doctor, telling me he loves me, but I drive him crazy.
To the boss, granting a year and a half of maternity leave.
To the restaurant owner, who every week provides food and GREAT company.
To the teacher who speaks clearly.
To the pastry shop, with its abundance of thoughtfully made sweets and smiles.
To the dentist, who softens the pain through reassuring smiles.
To the Paediatrician, who understands.
To the midwife, for her upholding energy.
To the Anesthesiologist, who won’t give up…even after 4 tries.
To the bone doctor, having the composure to deal with it all.
To the supermarket attendant, who helped put groceries in the bag.
To the man who gave me his number, so I could sleep soundly at night.
To all the smiles, the hugs, the kisses, the tears.
To all Italians, this is for you.
By Kristine Fifer Ripamonti edited by Elva Kenna