Embracing Fatherhood

DARIO

The food was perfect. The pasta was tender, the sauce savory. Serafina had clearly put thought and care into the food, and I could see why Dante was ecstatic.

Once the plates were cleared, Serafina brought over the ice cream. Dante’s little hands clapped together in delight.

“Ice cream!” he squealed, digging in immediately with a little spoon, not caring about neatness at all.

I smiled as I