My mother was Italian and this describes her so well.
FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
ITALIAN FRIENDS: Always bring the food.
FRIENDS: Will say “hello”.
ITALIAN FRIENDS: Will give you a big hug and a kiss.
FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.
ITALIAN FRIENDS: Call your parents mom and dad.
FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
ITALIAN FRIENDS: Cry with you.
FRIENDS: Will eat at your dinner table and leave.
ITALIAN FRIENDS: Will spend hours there, talking, laughing and just being
Together.
FRIENDS: know a few things about you.
ITALIAN FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.
FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that’s what the crowd is doing.
ITALIAN FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds’ ass that left you.
FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.
ITALIAN FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, “I’m home!”
FRIENDS: Are for a while.
ITALIAN FRIENDS: Are for life.
I am Italian. My husband is Hungarian. What does that make our daughter?
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A Hungry Italian!