Pride

It never made sense to Rotti Largo. He was never proud of his children. As people, of their actions, of their work, he was never proud. They were all consistently a disgrace. They never made anything of themselves. They only shamed themselves, and in the process, himself.

Rotti remembers when Luigi was still a baby. That was the only time he had been proud of his eldest child. He was the greatest joy in his life, and he knew that he would give up anything to make sure he still had his son. He would smile at his son, and hold him for hours on end. Though as he grew, he lost that pride. His son showed the world his true colors shortly after Carmela's birth, and it broke Rotti's heart.

Rotti remembers when Pavi was born. His son was a cheerful baby that was full of smiles and laughter. Never once did Rotti think that Pavi would end up being one of his greatest failures. Until Pavi was fifteen, Rotti was immensely proud of him. His son no longer cared about his studies or his family. It was enough to make Rotti cry.

Rotti remembers when Carmela, his little Carmela, was a little girl. She would smile and bring cheer to the family. She would fall asleep when read stories. She would help make everyone smile. Rotti admired her for that, for he could never make his family as complete as she did. That changed when she was twelve. She started demanding surgeries and a perfect image. When she was twenty, his beautiful Carmela was not his, not in appearance and not in name. He had no Carmela Largo for a daughter, only Amber Sweet.

Even now, as he felt his life fading, he knew that he loved his children. He knew that he was never proud of them and that he never could be, but he loved them, and would have died for them.

Finished!

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