Francesco is a rock star.
Francesco does not go unnoticed: he rejoices when he wants to, leaves the room without explanation, animates the parties and loves the buffets.
He’s an outsider, he doesn’t respect the lines and times and he does what he needs to do when he decides to do it.
He’s already a bit of a teenager, he stays up and parties until morning and then sleeps until mid-afternoon.
Francesco has certainties: his “Y”, “Peppa Pig” and “Masha and Bear”. But Francesco knows how to be patient, with the patience of those who know that he must be guided, with the sweetness of those who know that he may not be understood, with the awareness of who feels things before words can pollute them.
Francesco no longer speaks, but knows the language of the heart and relies on others. And while he lets himself drive he does not realize that it is he who shows the way, without expectations, pretensions or claims.
Francesco also knows the language of tenderness: when he needs it comes, he takes your hand and takes you with him: to fall asleep, to give a cuddle, to tell you that he needs you, to make you feel that he is there.
From the top of his seven years (in two days), Francesco teaches us that happiness is never an end in itself. We can only be happy when we enjoy the happiness of others.
That’s the secret, and he revealed it to us.
In fact, Francesco is happy, and his family is happy with him.
Francesco is a real rock star.
His life matters.