"Happy?" I ask. He smiles as if guilty of something but only says, "Heh," a kind of grunt with raised eyebrows, which I now know means "abbastanza," good enough, the highest degree of happiness he can allow himself to experience. Italians are suspicious of American exuberance.
Excerpt from Blood, Bones & Butter
by Gabrielle Hamilton
Hopefully we can all allow ourselves more.
2 comments:
I wish for you to smile for no particular reason and happiness because you are! :-)
Thanks, Mei. I wish you happiness, too.
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