This breakfast goes to my father. The food itself is a pun on us both (papa-ya has his name on it and we are both kind of nuts 🤗)

Because now that I have breakfast alone almost every day, I miss those mornings in which both of us had that warm glass of milk before we left for school. Those days before I had to stop having a glass of milk because I sing. Those days when I woke up in the morning and the only thing that mattered was not being late for school. In a way, those days haven’t changed that much. I still get up early in the morning, even if my mind makes me hate getting up at 6am after arriving home at 4am because of my job. I love mornings and I hate skipping breakfast, I don’t feel like I’m human until I eat something. Sometimes, there’s months when I can’t even think of breakfast after exercising, but if I skip it, I’ll regret it for the rest of the day.
And I really remember those couple of years after my sister went to university and it was impossible to notice that soon I’ll stop having those moments with him in the morning. And, oh my, I terribly miss those moments. Sometimes, I even think about getting up earlier, drive to their home, heat some milk and pour it into two glasses, and then look at him eating his ten thin cookies. Because my father has always been a very organized man, and if he had cookies for breakfast, he had the same amount and the same cookies for years. When he got tired of them, he would start having square-shaped madeleines, and then again to the cookies. Sometimes he spoke, but not very often. My whole childhood I remember my father as a very intelligent and quiet man. Too quiet sometimes, as my Mum, my sister and I have always been very talkative. 

Now I can say I feel even closer to him than when I was a kid. Now I don’t see him as a quiet man anymore, and we talk about stuff that we both find interesting. He still is the most intelligent person I will ever meet, and he’s curious about the world in the same way I am. He loves learning and I think I took that quality from him, although my Mum loves starting new projects, and those two qualities combined are kind of my favourite qualities. 

Both of them have always been really supportive. Anything I chose, they would support me no matter what. A couple of days ago, my third album was released and, as far as music is concerned, my father’s opinion has always been very important, I listened to every word he spoke. I must say, when he praises my work I feel like a different person. I know he likes what I do, he comes to almost every gig, but hearing you’ve made a good job from your dad is always something that reminds me of that feeling in your stomach when you are too high on a swing.
So Dad, this one goes for you. Because I love you and you know it. Because we’ve enjoyed many moments together and I’m surethere’s loads more to live. Thanks for being who you are and making me who I am. Also, you know that dedicating you a breakfast is the most meaningful thing I can do for you, so don’t expect a present 😉

Happy Father’s Day!