Everyone will get annoyed when I boast of my cute little son. I will carry a picture of you in my wallet, careful so that no enemy can snatch it away from me – so that you will not be used against me.

I will carry you and tell you stories from Italy. From folktales to urban myths. You will giggle and smile at me, because you do not understand any word I say. I will hold you close, tightly, gently, careful not to break your tiny frame. I will whisper a soft lullaby, even if I cannot sing well, and tuck you in bed when you fall asleep.

I will stare at the ceiling, wondering how you would grow up without a father by your side.

I will leave for a long time. Your mother will tell you a story that would lessen the blow – a story that only a child like you would understand. I will never look back, so you would not see your father crying like a child.

Years will pass. You are now fifteen, old enough to know the truth. My boss will send for Reborn and he will teach you how to become a Mafia boss. You will gather your own set of Guardians. You will face Xanxus and defeat him. You will overcome every hurdle the world had set for you.

I know you will, because you are my son.

You will face me after long years of separation and yell at me. You will curse and cry and shake. You will release all the pent up anger for the father that you never had. Then, you will forgive. Forgive your old man, despite the tinge of distrust in your heart. You will forgive because your father is still your father.

I will hug you, lightly, and you will blush and push me away.

I will give you tips about girls, and tell you stories of how I wooed your mother. You will cover your ears when I give out too much information. You will thank me later when you manage to ask a girl out on a date.

I will clap a hand on your shoulder.

You will inherit the title Vongola Decimo. You will become a great boss, greater than the Vongola Primo ever was. You will lead with an iron fist and a soft heart. I know, because you are my son.

By the time you become the Decimo, I will retire from my position as head of CEDEF. You will ask me why. I will tell you that the time for the new generation has arrived.

You will get married. And I will watch as you exchange vows with your future wife. I will laugh when I see you stammer and blush. I will cheer when you kiss the bride. I will embarrass you in front of everyone with stories of your childhood. You will blush but laugh with everyone.

I guess we – I'll never know if things would go the way I dreamt of.

If only you had lived, Tsunayoshi, maybe then, I would have gotten to know you better.