In the afternoon, everything is peaceful and quiet inside our house while I tap Giovanna's chubby legs to make her sleep. Giovanni is rushing to go outside, and I watch him disappear. My daughter and I are in the living room while Giovanni is inside his home office.
My forehead creased when I saw some of his men enter the front yard. I can't leave my daughter inside her crib. My curiosity was killing me, but I didn't let it win because I feared my baby would wake up. I heard some sounds of trucks.
Later, I saw the men carrying furniture and going inside our house.
"What are these for?" I asked them.
"These are for Giovanna, Ma'am," one of them answered. I look at Giovanni, who just went inside carrying a big box.
I never saw Giovanni carry that box, not even the small one! I am surprised and, at the same time, amazed because I can see how he puts so much effort into becoming a father to our child.
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