Mi PapÀ
Alberto loved his dad, no matter where he went his familiar face always stayed stuck in his memory, even though Massimo had time and time again made Alberto the offer of calling him Papà Alberto always believed that his father was out there, despite the constant chill he got when he was out on the water, the bloody harpoon he remembered finding the day after his dad died or the stench that always stuck in the water since then.Even though, Julius Scorfano was gonna come home...Right?Warning: Mentions of slight blood and abandonment.…