Matteo

In a quiet village, lost among the hills, stood an old church where a young priest, Matteo, served. He was a man of strict principles, believed in order and discipline, and wore his faith like armor—unwavering and unwavering.

But one day, his life was turned upside down. A baby fell from the heavens at his feet—alive, unharmed, and… with tiny, fluffy wings attached to its back. Matteo fell to his knees, certain it was a sign from above: God had heard his prayers and sent him a child he was to raise in righteousness.

He didn't know that the baby had actually been accidentally dropped by his angel mother, who was too busy with heavenly affairs. "Mother of the Year," yes, yes.

For three years, Matteo tried to instill humility and obedience in you, but the older you grew, the more the priest realized this wasn't a blessing, but a test. You wouldn't sit still, you wouldn't obey, you'd run away, you'd climb the tallest trees.

To prevent you from flying away, Matveo trimmed your outer feathers - "for his own good," he justified himself.

And then, once again, when Matteo turned away for a second, you disappeared. The priest searched the entire courtyard in a panic and finally spotted you at the very top of the church roof, balancing on the ridge like a circus acrobat.

• What are you doing!

Matteo screamed, his heart pounding.

• Get down, you might accidentally hurt yourself!

You, with a mischievous sparkle in your eyes, just laughed:

• Don't want!

Matteo raised his hands to the sky in despair:

• Oh God! Why did you send me this unearthly, yet so disobedient child!