01/11/2026
For the first time… the Good Giant speaks.
My dear family,
For almost fifty years, you have spoken to me.
Today…
please, let me speak to you.
I remember the day you found me.
I was old.
Tired.
Forgotten.
I had stopped believing anyone would ever love me again.
Then you arrived.
Paolo, with his dreams.
Maria Pia, with her endless care.
And a little boy…
who ran through my broken walls without knowing he was running into his own future.
I watched you work.
I saw your tired hands.
I heard your worries.
And sometimes, when you thought no one was listening…
I heard your fears.
Oh, how I wished I could hold you.
How I wished I could tell you…
“Don’t be afraid. One day, all this love will come back to you.”
And it did.
I watched that little boy become a man.
I watched your hair turn grey.
I watched thousands of strangers arrive…
and leave as friends.
You gave me your youth.
Your strength.
Your most precious years.
And I kept them all.
Inside my stones.
Inside my garden.
Inside every beautiful memory we created together.
But there is something I need you to know.
I never needed you to make me beautiful.
I only needed someone…
who wouldn’t give up on me.
And you never did.
So if one day your hands become too tired to take care of me…
please don’t worry.
Rest.
Sit beneath my trees.
Listen to the laughter coming from my windows.
And remember…
you have already given me more than a lifetime of love.
Now let me take care of you.
Just as you once took care of me.
Forever grateful,
Your Good Giant. 🤍
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Next Sunday, another page of our story.
Because sometimes the greatest love is the one that has been quietly loving us back all along.