This short story of mine is particularly dear to me...

That evening Enrico stayed at home, he needed some loneliness. His mind was wandering, he was thinking about the many recent changes in his life, and thinking of the neighbor so kind and caring, recently known... she almost made him forget his aversion to romantic relationships ... he was sitting on his armchair in front of the fireplace, a glass of wine in his hand, and fortunately in the other one there wasn't one of those awful cigarettes he had finally stopped smoking. He got distracted ... a bit 'of wine escaped from the glass ... mild expletives ... he found himself in the bathroom to remove the stain from his trousers ... looked up and, seeing the mirror, he realized he was wearing the shirt his late wife sewn ... and that his life was conjugated to the past ... the phone rang ... ... the kind neighbor on the other side was inviting him to have a cup of good hot chocolate. Enrico realized the past is a big treasure that must be preserved, but also that if he didn't live in the present, this would never have become a treasure to be preserved in the future ... wearing his shirt, also put on a smile, and proud of his stained trousers, went to have a chat with the neighbor in front of a cup of good hot chocolate...