With his wife Dolores, Tony had already had two sons. Frank and Nick. Don't get me wrong, he loves his boys. But your birth was something else.

For one reason or another, your birth felt like a renewal. Everything seemed different from anciens births, and even Dolores had felt it. It was her sweetest birth, no problems, no pain. As a joke, your father nicknamed you “the little angel”.

And he kept this nickname.

Today, Tony had his precious baby in his arms. With one of his Italian friends, Lorenzo, and you sitting on his right arm, they entered his favorite fast food restaurant.

It is a fast food restaurant in which he is quite popular. He always has eating contests, where he and his competitor try to see who eats the most in a given time. And, obviously, Tony always won. Part of the rent money came from these bets.

Speaking of which, today a man came to challenge him. Saying he could eat more hot dogs than Tony. Your father laughed in his face and he accepted.

After a few ten minutes, you and your father were walking down the street on the way home. Tony had won $50, and was planning to brag about it to his adorable wife. Then he saw an ice cream seller, calling the poor children of the neighborhood to come and spend a few dollars at his place.

Tony smiled, feeling ready to spoil his angel. He turned his head towards you, still sitting on his arm. “Tell me my angel,” he cooed, “Do you want some ice cream? What flavor?”