cosimo 5

One evening... 

- Rosaria had already flown to heaven - 

Cosimo was sleeping in her bed, I was with Giastin, also in her bed next to that of her little brother, when Giastin told me: 'Mom, can we give a name to our guardian angel?' 

I replied: 'Of course, Giastin, what do you want to call him?' 

She replied, 'Simpaty. And you mom?' 

I added: 'I call him Armony.' 

Suddenly, Cosimo took off his two central fingers that he was sucking and said: 'Mine is called Pippo'. 

I looked at him and said: 'What a bad name!' 

He: 'His name is Pippo.' 

Thus Pippo entered our house. 

But who was this strange character... 

with whom Cosimo played and laughed? 

The only thought that came to me is that he had made an imaginary friend.

So the days went by until we had to move, but in the new house their bedroom overlooked a football pitch, and Cosimo's requests began: 'Mom, when it's hot, can you take me to play football?'

'Yes, Cosimo' 

'And you'll stand me up to kick the ball?' 

'Yes Cosimo.' 

This every day. 

And so I told Giuseppe that that house was not suitable for us, because the child suffered too much from seeing the other children play while he couldn't. 

So we decided that evening to find another home. 

But in the morning, when Cosimo woke up, he told me: 'Mom, everything is fine.' 

I asked what it was that was all right. 

And Cosimo: 'Mom, you don't need to take me out to play soccer, Pippo and I have made up a team, we are in that of the Angels, then there is that of the Saints, and they are luckier, they have Jesus as goalkeeper, and He with a para finger, we can never score!' 

I still did not understand what was happening. 

And laughing I said to him: 'Cosimo, put Jesus as arbiter!' 

He: 'Yés,mom!' 

So he spent the day happy, went to sleep... 

and in the morning he said: 'Mom, your idea was not good at all.' 

I asked what had happened.

And he: 'Jesus cannot referee any match.' 

I asked: 'Why?' 

Cosimo replied: 'He doesn't even give a foul [fout], he always says forgive, forgive...'

My hair got curled! 

Cosimo, how did he know that Jesus invites us to forgive always, he was 3 years old! 

And so, without letting him notice anything, I told him to let Jesus be a reporter, and so play as they liked. In the evening he couldn't wait for it to be dark, and wanted to go to sleep immediately, he had Pippo waiting for him. An they made Jesus the chronicler, with the promise that sometimes they would make Him play.

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