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
