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The Rise of Giovanni

Santoria looked at her watch just as she finished her experiment. 7 o'clock? It was so late and yet she had worked straight through without any interruptions. She ran upstairs to the kitchen to prepare dinner for the kids, it would have to be something quick and simple tonight. She rummaged the fridge and found some frozen pizzas, cheese for her and Marco, wiener for the children. How anybody could like a pizza with hot dog meat on it was beyond her comprehension but children had a way of liking things like that.

She placed the pizzas in the oven and began to set the table, she couldn't help but to think that something wasn't quite right, but before she could put her finger on it:

G: Mrs. Santoria, can I help?

S: Sure Giovanni, do you know where everything goes?

G: Yes, I've been paying special attention.

My name is Giovanni

Giovanni is not simply an achiever, he is the ultimate of all the achievements, the goal of every human being.
One day it comes to our house a little boy, all well dressed with a suit, wearing a pink tie. Full of elegance, he said "My name is Giovanni, I am 2 years old"
Surprised, as we lived 10 miles from town, I asked "What are you doing here? Where is your parents?"
"I don't know, you have to adopt me"
And there we are, Giovanni, sometimes referred as Jovanni, comes to live with us. For my wife it was love at first sight. Me, I knew something was fishy. How  happens that a 2 years old boy wonders around by himself, dressed like a business executive? How can he talk like an Oxford graduare? I never found an answer to my questions and over time, Giovanni proved able to amaze me more than once.

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