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The splendid letter that Manuel Pacchiana, a father from the Seriana Valley wrote to his newborn son. A letter of love and hope, from that piece of land so hit by the virus. Nine long months of waiting, made of mixed feelings. Where the immense joy for the newcomer was accompanied by great fear and pain.
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The letter
September 30, 2020. Welcome, my love! After nine months of waiting, you are finally in my arms!
I thought a lot about this day, what it would be like if I could have been by your side when the world had welcomed you; If only I could have shaken Mom’s hand at such an important moment. Know that natural things like this, at a time like this, are not obvious. Here it did not go well, or rather it did not turn out as expected … but let’s take a step back, so you understand.
Let’s go back nine months. January 24, any morning that would have turned into the most beautiful morning of my life because, as I was preparing for a normal day at work, your mom approached me with a new light in her eyes, a light that I had never seen before. : that light was you, because you were already inside it.
You cannot imagine the explosion of happiness and the thousand thoughts that overwhelmed me. I thought of the path traveled up to that day, of the meticulous work done with my mother to lay the solid foundations of a marriage that only wanted to receive you as a gift, the sacrifices, the smiles and the tears. Now everything is true! We begin this new chapter of our story called life.
Time seems to run very fast, we revolutionize everything to better prepare for your arrival, but something totally unexpected undermines our serenity. The news from a distant country speaks of a very dangerous virus that threatens the world. But we, my love, have only eyes and ears for you! We listen to your little heart and we see your first images, we cannot and do not want to think about anything else, we want to think about you every minute. Unfortunately, like a black cloud during the storm: that bad disease is among us, yet it has reached Italy.
In no time it becomes part of our daily life, but none of us can yet imagine how we would have known it. In those days, and we are in February, I continue to work calmly because my work, my love, is a great work: every day I go to residences and hospitals and I know that my work is useful to help people in difficulty and less fortunate than me. And this makes me proud every morning when I wake up and perhaps, thanks to my profession, I had the opportunity to realize what was happening a little earlier.
My dear Seriana Valley, the valley where I was born, grew up and where I want to continue living, is overwhelmed by the monster. Its violence is such that our valley is recognized in the world as the most affected area in that period on the face of the earth: people begin to feel bad, we are all forced to stay at home as in times of war, although not be so. there are bombs and the enemy is an invisible infamous.
Many, too many friends that I will sadly never see again! The news that travels on the phone or on television and in the newspapers is not good. Nobody knows how to cure the sick and there are many, too many! But the royal angels continue to work valiantly in hospitals to stop the situation, to help those who suffer. These are our doctors and nurses! I also continue to work where my presence is useful. The company I work for provides us with what will soon become water in the desert: masks, gloves and sanitizing gel, the only weapons at our disposal that allow me to protect my family, your grandparents, whenever possible. crazy for You.
The fear is great but, when I enter the door of the house, I see the mother’s belly grow and I cannot help being happy. I feel guilty about this, because people are suffering, and a lot, but I need to honor this gift with a smile, I feel the need to thank Mom every day, even though she knows me and can see it in my eyes. how much I suffer from what I see in those hospitals and nursing homes. He knows what I am risking, but he never denies me a smile, he does not deny me his support. Your mom is strong, my love, your mom is a great woman.
Unfortunately, things are not improving, quite the contrary. My dear uncle, my godfather, falls under the blows of the monster … He was a great man, all in one piece! I’m sure he would have gone crazy to meet you. Just think that I had the opportunity to announce your arrival a few days before you left for your last trip, in one of those military trucks that we have unfortunately come to know for its unbearable load of death. He was happy with the news and started crying. I asked him not to give up and then we kissed each other, looking at each other from behind glass, to avoid contagion.
The situation is now out of control. In our countries there are only ambulances on the streets. And then, one morning in early March, the bitter discovery: the monster also entered our house. I do not feel very well and am overwhelmed by a fear, never felt before: lafraid of not being able to meet you.
I am not ashamed to tell you that I prayed, I invoked the Madonna dello Zuccarello, so beloved by all of us and that from childhood we were taught to love. Precisely that sanctuary was the scene of the marriage with the mother.
I cried a lot, mostly alone, I didn’t want to be weak: she needed me, my good mood, my positivity. Because you were growing up, but I was terrified! We didn’t want to say anything to our families so as not to worry them.
Meanwhile, the nights passed slowly. He was isolated, alone, on the couch, begging not to make Mom sick. But she always understands everything: I was never missed by her smile, never by her great support. In reality, behind her disarming good humor, she hid a terror that only she knows how to handle. It showed me how powerful the power of love is.
Time passes: days, weeks of isolation. And suddenly, when it came, the monster was gone. Or rather, their violence seems to have decreased. Little by little the situation improves a little everywhere. Spring is coming, the first heat, the first walks outdoors with great fear and with a great sadness in the heart, because we are no longer the same, we will never be again.
You grow up, everything is perfect. Even after finding out that Mom also met the monster. It is inevitable that I feel guilty, but we are happy. They assure us that you look great. And little by little we take our lives back into our hands, but we do not claim victory too soon: all over the world the situation remains terrifying and we have learned the hard way that the world is never too big to feel protected and safe.
It’s been a long, busy, and full of mixed emotions nine months, my love. Now that I have you in my arms, I feel obliged to apologize for this unstable world that I give you, for this insecurity that reigns supreme, for this fear that I never wanted you to know so soon.
I only wish that you always believe in the beauty of your dreams, because the future belongs to those who believe in Beauty. Dream big, little big man, always dream! Because, while you dream, the world can only smile at you.
Good life my love! And remember that I will always be with you. But one step back: to catch you in case you fall or to give you a push when the climb gets tough.
Your dad
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