I never thought it was strange because Gio was always a staple in my life. We practically lived with him for the majority of my life. I saw him daily before Dad got sent to prison and I moved in with Mom. So, him making time for us just seemed normal to me.
I remember he'd always bring Guilia too. His daughter. We never got along. Not really. We were cordial. Or, at least, we ignored each other for the most part.
Guilia was a few years younger than me, but she acted way too old for her age. She was bratty, mean, and stuck-up. She acted nothing like either of her parents, and was often scolded for her temper. But Uncle Gio loved her, she is his daughter, and he spoiled her rotten to the core. Beautiful on the outside, ugly on the inside.
I remember the last few times we'd had dinner tog
