Mio padre è alto.
Or at least I remember it that way. Although it's clear that to a six year old kid, every adult appears much taller than herself.
Lui è intelligente.
Because he was a teacher and he has so many books and his handwriting always look intriguing and cool (even though I couldn't read them anyway).
Mi piacerebbe rivederlo.
I don't really know how the after life works, but I'd like to see him again if I can. At least so I can thank him properly and say that I love him in person. And maybe to have some small talks as adults.
Amo, padre. Grazie.
