I have a brother and a sister.
Marco, who is three years younger than me and Anna (or Annina being the baby of the family), 11 years younger. My sister lives in Peschiera del Garda, the town where we grew up. She’s married and has two children. My parents’ house is like her second home.
Since my daughter was born I go back to my village more often than I used, I love Eva spending time with her cousins. I hope that they will grow up as siblings because she will most likely be an only child, and this saddens me. My brother lives in Milan with his partner near my house but it’s funny because, despite us living so close, I see him less than Anna: he is the busiest man I know, he’s always working! Marco has invested a lot in his business and to my eyes he has achieved incredible results; thinking about when he was a kid and few people would have bet on him.
My parents’ home for me is the meeting place of the family, Anna is often them in the flesh, the presence of Marco instead is different, you can feel him in every corner with a sculpture, a painting …
