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Finally: a good day

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Summary

I'm like this: as soon as I hear a rustle of leaves, a flapping of the wings of even the smallest gnat, or imagine, my son's breathing which becomes even a little more labored than usual or normal, I wake up!

Wake Up

At 5.45 I'm up: I put the coffee pot on the stove, a biscuit with jam, and a little milk.

I go to the PC, check emails, check my websites (including this one), toilet.

I peek into the bedroom, Eugenio is sleeping blissfully. I walk around the house a bit, everyone is still asleep.

Checking smartphone updates: social media pop-ups. It's 7.

I go out onto the balcony to lower the awnings, I empty the watering cans full of demineralised water coming from the air conditioners, so I water the plants.

The whole thing will have lasted no more than 5 minutes.

Surprise

I go back to the kitchen and, in dismay, I am scared, surprised, excited, euphoric and…. calm, calm: there is Eugenio sitting comfortably in an armchair!

It arrived on its own, from the bedroom to the kitchen!

There are some doubts: the bedroom camera did not record Eugenio's movement; Furthermore, Eugenio still doesn't have the physical strength to get up on his own, much less walk on his own. Giuseppina is still sleeping soundly.

Ergo: how did he get to the kitchen alone?

Now he dozes, still in his bliss. I continue to look at it, in awe!

He senses my presence and wakes up: “hi daddy!" tells me.

I check my watch and it says 7.15

"Hello my love, good morning“, and we make the sign of the cross, thanking God for this gift, for all gifts. I turn on the TV to follow the holy mass on the channel tv2000, obviously it has already started, but we follow it with pleasure.

"What shall I prepare for the young gentleman? usual toast?", answer me "great idea daddy, I'm so hungry!"

So I prepare him his beloved toast with thin slices and bacon, and I pour him a drop of milk into his mug of Lightning McQueen.

I prepare it for myself too, to keep him company at breakfast and also because more than an hour has passed since my little biscuit and jam.

Harnessed in his diapers, he finds it uncomfortable to have a gentleman's breakfast: so I remove his fluff which is now soaked in pee, and put his classic and comfortable underwear back on him.

Cheers with the mugs of milk, and go with the Ruberto's breakfast!

He asks me once again: “after breakfast can I go back to sleep?“, and I once again, but never tired of answering him: “of course my love, you can sleep as long as you want!"

So, as a perfect "frequent flyer" of flights aboard the sofa in the lounge, he sets off again sleep.

What a beautiful good morning, today is truly a good day!