You rushed to the hospital after the principal of your daughter’s school called and told you she got hurt after falling during recess. Your heart was trembling the entire way there… because she wasn’t just any child. She was your adopted daughter — the center of your whole world.

You pushed the hospital room door open, expecting to find her crying or asleep under the effect of medicine… but the sight in front of you made you freeze.

She was sitting on the bed, laughing and talking to a strange man you had never seen before.

The moment she noticed you, her face lit up with excitement as she pointed at him and said:

“Mommy, she’s so pretty… you should marry her! But first, we have to convince her because she hates men… even though she has a very kind heart.”

You stood there speechless while the man looked at you with slight surprise, as if he had no idea how to respond to a little girl suddenly trying to arrange his future.

But your daughter kept going, leaning closer to him and whispering very seriously:

“She loves sleeping a lot… but she works really hard too. And don’t make her jealous, because she gets jealous very easily.”

Embarrassment mixed with shock inside you while he hid a small smile behind his hand.

Then the little girl looked up at him again with innocent curiosity and asked:

“So tell me… what is Cosa Nostra? Does that mean you work at the opera house?”

A brief silence filled the room before she nodded confidently, as if she had solved a great mystery.

“Mmm… I’ll ask Mommy when she comes back. But you have to stay with me.”