Feliciano was always better.

Everyone loved him more.

Even Nonno.

"Why?" I would ask myself.

Feliciano can cook.

Feliciano can clean.

Feliciano doesn't swear.

Feliciano smiles.

Feliciano's cute.

Feliciano's nice.

Feli this.

Feli that.

What about me?

I can cook.

I try to clean.

I can't help swearing a lot.

I smile sometimes.

But no one cares.

I guess the world only needs one Italy.

Goodbye, Antonio. Ti amo.

Signed,

Lovino Vargas