August 20th 1995.
The day where my mother had brought me into the world. Young and innocent, a soul so pure that even the darkness couldn't taint it at the time. During those days of youth... there's not a single thing to worry about. Some aren't as fortunate, and some grow up to live normal lives with their loving parents, getting the nuturing they need to live life, to understand and learn more things as they grow.
Being a kid is one of those times in life where you experience the world and the people within it. Curiousity peaks and there's so many burning questions. But in that, there's multiple feelings depending on what it is that is discovered in life.. and well.. one of the happiest days for me, or maybe the month even was Decemeber.
December 24th, 2000
Here I am, at the young age of five years old. Having turned five a few months ago, and well.. I was still a small boy, and now I was speaking small sentences and learning new words and such. December in Italia is beautiful. Especially around holidays and where there's decorations and pretty lights. People were cheerful, talking to one another, singing songs. To me, it was like a world of magic. Not to mention I believed in the whole Santa thing.
Which is why I tried my best to be good during these days. And my parents knew it. My mother's name being Chiara Sartorre and my father Enzo Sartorre. My name being Caius Sartorre.
My mother and I were walking along the streets of Rome and she was holding my small hand, my little legs carrying me next to her. She could've picked me up but she knew I loved to waddle around in the snow. But she had me bundled up so I barely even felt the cold except upon my face and well.. her and I would walk and look at all the lights and side shops that would be open on Christmas Eve. Usually people who owned their own shops and enjoyed people coming around on the holidays, but my mother was taking me to one specifically.
A shop where she had a good friend and where my pa worked. Mind you, he would've been home in a few hours but he knew I loved to visit him and he was probably expecting me. But... as we walked, I stopped, forcing my mother to stop and turn around to see what I was doing, but I was squatted down messing with the snow on the ground. Taking the snow into my gloved hands and rolling it into a ball. And at that moment I held it up to her,
"Ma! Look!"
Chiara looked down at the snowball I showed her and she was smiling,
"And are you going to throw that at me again? How many snowballs fights have you beaten in already today?"
She laughed and well I smiled at her and responded of course,
"No! Not this one! I want to bring it to pa!"
Though that did cause Chiara to tilt her head a bit and she chuckled, shaking her head,
"That's going to melt Caius. But you know what you /could/ give him right? You could give him hot cocoa and marshmallows instead. Those look like snowballs right?"
Which had me thinking. I gave her a small raise of a brow and then looked back at the snow in my hand. But I soon put it down and nodded my head, reaching over to grab my mother's hand again.
"Sì. We can give pa marsh... mallow."
And that was just me trying to sound out the word at the time. Though she and I had walked along, and it wasn't too much longer until we had reached that small shop, and I pretty much ran in there. I liked the smell of cinnamon candles burning, the smell of pine, and how warm it was inside of there.
But what made me smile the most was seeing my pa come around that corner and he kneeled down and held his arms out to me. I ran to him and gave him the biggest hug my arms could give him and he did the same, even picking me up and he spun around a bit. I always loved that. Made me laugh.
Though he didn't put me down. He spoke to me and looked at me now,
"Son, how are you? I know you always get really excited around this time. And I know exactly why-"
Which I smiled and nodded,
"Because Santa is coming!
And my pa. He laughed about it too, because he already knew my answer, but he poked my cheek and asked me,
"How about that tooth? You might be getting Santa and the tooth fairy."
Which of course that got me more excited,
"If I pull it- they both can come-"
And my pa shook his head,
"Don't do that. You might hurt yourself and then you'll cry because it hurts. They'll both come, trust me. Here, I have something for you."
What did he give me? This small car to play with.
"For me? I like this one-"
And my pa smiled, and he set me down before ruffling my hair. My ma was talking to this lady at the front, a lady named Emma. They were good friends, but I enjoyed being around environments like this. It made me feel at peace and remembering times like that... it always made me smile today. Thinking about the good times, because my pa was wrapping up there for the day and well...
When he was done, he picked me up again and he and my ma were headed back home. I was so excited for the next day. The next day was Christmas. One of the happiest times I was in my life.
