Tired and wet, fifteen-year-old Lambo was lying on the training ground with a wide smile on his face. He was happy. The boy has finally finished training with Lampo and can now move to a higher level.

"Good job, vitello *," the man helped his son up and smiled proudly. His boy grew up strong.

"Do not call me that. I'm not a child anymore," Lambo replied calmly. He has really grown since then. Although he was still an unbearable crybaby.

"For me you are still a little vitello *," the younger did not argue. He knew it would get nowhere.

After a shower and a short rest, Lampo burst into Lambo's room. He was too energetic, which alerted the brunette.

"Would you like to take a walk to the pastry shop? I have a little surprise for you," the man suggested.

"Of course! I mean, why not?" Lampo smiled at his son. Some habits are hard to get rid of even after ten years. "And what a surprise?"

"Ha-ha, it's a secret. Meet me downstairs, vitello *."

"Hey, it's not fair! Dad! That's the same."

"Here, take whatever you want and come to the embankment. Good?" the man handed his son a wallet with fodder money.

"Where are you going? I thought you wanted to spend time together?" Lambo was even a little upset. He has not walked with his father for a long time, for various reasons.

"I have to prepare a surprise. See you on the embankment, vitello *," the man hastened to leave. The boy said nothing, just shrugged his shoulders and turned into a narrow street that led to a pastry shop.

"Hello, Lambo! Haven't seen each other for a long time, did something happen?" an elderly woman was standing behind the counter. She owned an old pastry shop and knew all the regular customers by sight. The old woman had known the little calf from the moment the tired Lampo came for sweets with a small bundle in his arms.

"No, granny. It's just that I've been very busy lately, and my dad just recently returned from a business trip. Give, please ..." for a second the teenager thoughtfully began to examine the shelves to the top filled with various goodies, but quickly decided on the order, "Gummy bears, grapes in chocolate, this package of cakes, a cake and a strawberry set, and a few caramels for delivery."

"Great, here is your order," the old woman handed the boy a paper bag filled to the brim with various sweets, "But you don't like strawberries."

"I do not love and hardly ever love, but this is not for me. This is a very important person for me, he loves strawberries and I thought that he should like it," the teenager explained embarrassedly, tugging the package in his hands. The elderly woman only smiled fondly at Lambo and nodded.

"I understand. You are probably very grateful to this person, you allowed me to buy him such a gift."

"Yes, I am grateful to him for everything he did for me. I love him," the boy did not immediately understand what he said. After his words, he blushed terribly and covered his mouth with his hand. He really was grateful to this special person for everything. For training, for candy, for bedtime stories, for all the gifts and all the love he gave him. But he was not used to expressing such feelings in front of everyone. The shopkeeper only laughed at Lambo's reaction.

"Good luck, kid."

"And you take care of yourself, grandmother. See you again," almost skipping Lambo ran to the embankment. Lampo was already there. He seemed very pleased and kept smiling.

"Let's go quickly and close your eyes. I don't want to spoil the surprise." The teen rolled his eyes at this, but obeyed. The green-haired man took his son by the hand and led him somewhere.

"You can open," they stood on the pier. Part of the port belonged to the Vongola family, including this abandoned pier. On the old pieces of wood was a litter on which a picnic basket stood.

"Surprise!"

"Thank you ..." Lambo was very surprised when he recognized this place, "But why exactly this?"

"Recently, I remembered something and decided that you will like it. Let's sit down." The two keepers sat down on the sheet and dangled their legs over the edge of the pier. When the boss's feet touched the cool smooth surface of the water, father and son immediately felt incredible calmness, - Just as a child, we often came here with you. You sat on my lap and we watched the cargo ships disappear over the horizon. We ate sandwiches. And you often complained that you weren't too small to reach the water.

"Well, a lot of time has passed since then and I grew up. Now my feet are completely submerged in the water," smiled Lambo, remembering his childhood. To prove his point, he moved his legs creating small waves.

"You're right."

"Then why do you call me that stupid nickname, Vitello *? If you really think I'm an adult."

"When I first saw you, you looked like a newborn calf. So small and fragile. For some reason, I thought it was funny. In my arms, curled up in a ball, lay a small calf. My little vitello *. Now I'm probably just clinging to the past. I'm afraid to let him go. You know, sometimes I get sad. After all, someday you will become quite an adult and forget me," the younger boy stared at his father in shock. He just smiled as always, but there was not even a drop of fun in that smile, "Ha-ha. Kidding."

"Well, you have a joke. A! I almost forgot. This is for you," the stupid cow pulled a large box out of the bag. On the lid, someone painted a lot of strawberries and various desserts associated with them, "I thought you might like this."

"Thank you," a sad smile was replaced by sincere fun, "But you don't like strawberries."

"I hate it, that's why I bought it for you. I thought I should thank you. You've done so much for me. I have to say thank you," the boy explained awkwardly, playing with the buttons on his spotted shirt, but relaxed as soon as he felt himself being pulled into another embrace.

"Thank you vitello *. I love you," the green-haired man put his hand on the soft hair of his son and gently kissed him on the forehead. For the first time in a long time, Lambo and Lampo spent so much time together. They talked, laughed and smiled at each other. In general, we fully enjoyed the comfort of father and son.

The time was drawing near to sleep. But Lambo could not sleep. He stood at the window and began to peer into the dark Italian sky. Today the stars shone brighter than usual and did not let the boy fall asleep, he simply could not take his eyes off the shining lights. The boy was so carried away that he did not even notice how there was a knock on the door several times, and then it opened with a quiet creak.

"Can't sleep?" The sudden voice of his father startled Lambo. He couldn't answer, so he just nodded.

"I thought so. Do you think this will help you?" the man glanced at the old stuffed bull standing on the nightstand at the head of the bed.

"I do not know, I have already grown up. But maybe only today," the boy carefully took the toy and looked at the tag with a smile. "Gyudon" was embroidered with a childish hand that was not at all neat. Without thinking, Lambo pressed the toy to his chest.

"Can I lie down next to you?" the child did not mind, he even moved on purpose. But something caught his attention.

"Do you still wear it?" the brown-haired man pointed to a piece of green fabric sticking out of the stern of Lampo's pants.

"Yes, because you gave it to me," the man smiled, taking out an old, shabby amulet from the feed. When little Lambo made it a long time ago. He was so inspired by Alaudi and Ugetsu's stories about omamori that he decided to make his own especially for his father. Of course, it didn't come out very neatly, but the boy was very proud of his work.

"It came out not very correct," the son shrugged his shoulders. The green fabric had faded badly and had long lost its bright shade, and in several places there were scuffs. The lettering was crooked and little Lambo made a few mistakes in it.

"Good luck to you, dad. Your vitello," the boy read, tracing the curved lines of the iroglyphs with his fingertips. "Why don't you throw it away. He's so old, I could make you different."

"Do not say that. How can I throw away the good luck my little vitello* gave me? Plus I love that he's so old. It is filled with many memories. Now stop talking, it's time for you to sleep." The boy didn't protist, he simply buried his face in his father's chest and breathed in the sweet smell of Italian pastries with cinnamon. It was very pleasant, the smell seemed to bring him back to his childhood. He even fancied that Lambo began to hum quietly an old lullaby, which he had loved very much when he had long been. He felt his father's big hand stroking his back and how warmth spreads over his body. Like tongues of flame dig in the forehead and make you fall into a dreamless sleep.

"I love you dad…"

"I know. Sleep well, my vitello*. Ti amo, vitello*. I love you more than life. Promise you won't forget me, okay? Although, I will always be there. Even if you do not notice me or forget, I will always protect you. Regardless, I promise. My little calf," the boy heard the last words, as if through a layer of cotton wool. There was no longer any strength to resist the sweet slumber, so Lambo just let it go.

"I love you, calf. I love more than life."

Vitello is a calf.

Ti amo - I love you.

Omamori may provide general blessings and protection, or may have a specific focus.