Yes, I love my sweet girls. My wife she fills my heart with joy.  The people who come to the restaurant are so kind. There is something that makes me sad and happy at the same time. My Momma, she sing like angel, leave me alone, my Poppa had become famous and forget about Lucia. I love my grandpapa and grandmama , they were so good to me, but my father and mamma, I miss them so much!

 My Mamma. Why you leave me?


Pappa! Why not you play soccer with me? The other boys laughed at me. I missed my Pappa, Donivano Mecavalia.