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Letter for you!

FIRST

Sometimes there were days of anxiety, or a subtle discrepancy between me and your mother.

The way of waiting was different between us.

Everyone has their own path, his way, and uses his preferred way to take it.

The goal is common, but the speeds are different, as is the way forward.

Try to imagine a mountain trail, and we who walk among us.

walk in the woods and slowly begin to know, to appreciate the sounds, smells and colors.

maybe someone will stop to watch a fungus, others stop to rest and still others are abducted by a small animal that runs through the branches.

A shadowy figure: know there , but do not know what it is.

The questions are many, and the possible answers and more.

And the days, months, years pass and you you miss it, because every step seems more difficult, the heavy breathing and fatigue accumulates, even in the heart, which, as we know, and a muscle like the others, with a little more.

but continued to walk more because you can not, and why is each pass if one lets go.

But there's joy in us, do not worry!

not come to plug a hole, fill something that is not there.

Come to build something beautiful and great.

And space miraculously shrinks the years with a phone call, with a few words which you want to say to us even more of their simple meaning.

As you know, through a couple of funny pics, I have a feeling that soon we shall see.

a glimpse of the top of the mountain and the road behind us, made of words and the people we met, dreams and dark moments, you see clearly, but now no longer afraid.

Finally we're off!

DURING

Vietnam is a country special and unique.

Meanwhile the country is greener than I've ever seen (ok, I have not been in Ireland) and then I had never seen so many Scooters, with so many people on board!

pass directly from the chaos of a fascinating and polluted metropolis, alive and pulsating, the country where you were born.

Green takes shape in ways almost unthinkable and the plants grow above each other, looking a bit frantic 'to catch the sun, in addition to water so that the sky gives regular

We barely have time to look for the first time, now that you're with us.

Or better 're with us, but you really do not with us.

I Your eyes look large and round me questions and did not recognize me.

I waste much, maybe you're not used to men, because the mother is a bit 'better. I do not know what to do and what I do regularly makes the situation worse.

seems that my anxiety and sniff you struggle even more.

Of course you do not have time while we wait for time to prepare and we had too.

The days proceed slowly and you learn to trust, to give us your first-great-smiles.

Give milk is a new feeling, Powerful and sweet together.

gives you an idea of \u200b\u200bthe vulnerability of the man cub, and the fact that you should be there, otherwise you would not know to survive.

Then a strange thing happens: you pick up the bottle and begin to drink the milk alone.

You do it naturally, obviously you're used, it is your little secret to survive.

I think I always wanted to give you milk me, from the beginning, since your way is begun.

But maybe by doing so you would not have taught herself to be independent, maybe you lost something, but in the end I'm not too convinced.

We visit a small part of your great country.

a complex and proud country, which for many things, for some reason reminds me of Italy. Or rather the South Italy, where does your dad.

eat a lot and try strange foods that bewitch us for their goodness and simplicity, but you are not overlooked either: you break out on everything from milk to the shrimp (do not read this help the pediatrician) with I hoped was an ancient innate greed, but I know of no ...

In just twenty days is already time for leave, returning to Italy,

to real life, so they say.

I must say that you're very nice, my daughter, but as usual you like my mother! Laugh, eat, sleep, play with your sister so calmly that surprises us and makes us think you are very lucky.

Actually we are afraid to think too much, to say it aloud, as if a spell had to break sooner or later, without warning.

For now we enjoy it all with curious eyes and heart open.

AFTER

After us will come to all.

There will be more suspicious and admiring glances.

Others do not understand, but do not take my daughter.

There will be good days and less, for example, when you get sick or sad.

Or even sadder, when the memory of things you'll miss us and we will walk with you in search of fragments in the past.

There will be dinners and parties with family and friends, and probably everyone will have to have their say, but even if it scares you, it's a small price to pay, which in fact we spent all, more or less.

and gusts of hot wind will come when you least expect it and you enjoy the moment, because maybe before you were a bit 'cold for something that you do not know.

There will be good to tell you where you're from, what is your story, what are your roots.

We had little time to savor them, but we tried hard to live our adventure as travelers and not tourists.

And then he said goodbye to Vietnam, not goodbye.

'll teach you to ski and already I guess the South Tyrol (the slopes of the best we have here in Italy, my dear) they look at you with a mixture of awe and respect, when you go downhill skiing with your children, scrutinizing the descent with your almond eyes.

There are so many things that even I had all the time in the world and all the pages that can be written, would succeed to describe.

This is a small gift for you my child.

a present imperfect, but I wanted to give you and will guard it until it's time ..

I would tell you many things (for example, that I'm happy as a clam that are here with us) but I want to talk to you for the last time of our street.

Thanks to you we have grown our way.

I also believe that we would not have been lost without you.

But it is infinitely better and I thank heaven that way.

We'll talk about fate and philosophy, and perhaps you'll be convinced that fate does not exist, and that everyone chooses his own way, not following it.

Yet our paths would cross sooner or later.

're not convinced, my child?