Marcello Attano was and still is one of my favorite people on this planet, he taught me so much and took me in when I was in need of somewhere to go. Now I did have a home which had my father and brother in it as well, but I spent most of my youth in another country going to a private school. I was born in Ohio but only lived there for nine years. there was a school wide test, testing us on our intelligence and other things, this test was distributed all over the country and all the countries in the world, but only five students would be taken in. It didn't just test your knowledge on the main subjects but on things such as the arts as well, my best friend was taken in because of his artistic skills. I was taken in on how I can retain information better than most children my age. After a short time, the results came back in and I was one of the five students around the world who would be taken to another country to go to this school. My father was hesitant and my brother upset that I was leaving, but I wanted to go.
Now I have to stop there because this is not about my time at the school and getting into it, it's about Marcello, Mr. Attano, Headmaster Attano. He ran the school and took the best in, but he wasn't an old strict man like you probably are thinking. he was young and quite handsome, fun and fair. he was strict when the time called for. The man himself was a tall spaniard with dark hair that was slightly wavy, he had bright hazel eyes that looked more green than anything and had a models face and body. He fell into some money when he was 18, shortly after his only living relative was killed in a 'car accident' that turned out to be a murder. He never knew that person who ended up giving him more money he could ever think of having, more than enough to live on for two generations, possibly more. he was given a home to live, a giant house that resembles Marcello's from the book 'Something Like Winter' it was beautiful.
Marcello himself was orphaned from a young age and apparently had no other family, so he grew up, jumping from foster home to foster home, hating every minute of it. So when he finally turned 18 and all that money came his way, he first thought to spend and spend, but then decided against that. He wen't to college, not even spending a penny on it, having gotten a full scholarship. He got multiple degrees in teaching and then decided to build a school for extraordinary kids, it took a short time to be built and when it was done he hired the best teachers in the world and then started the world wide tests to see what kids would get in.
Now later on in life he brought in ten smartest students in his school to a little dinner party at his home, I among them. We all were about the same age, ranging from 13 to 15, quite young but very smart. There was the time where I really started to like him, because before that moment I had only met him one other time and that was the day I got to the school, obviously he had more important things to do than to roam around the halls of his school. The dinner was amazing and had food from so many different places. Marcello has a son who also goes to the school (I mentioned him before, the artistic one) and he was one of the top students as well, not there just because Mr. Attano was his father. William was adopted when he was nine, when he got into the school by Marcello. He also has a daughter, the same age as us, but she had been in his life since she was four years old.
Marcello could talk for hours on end, when I was sixteen and stayed at the school for Christmas break so I could stay with William, Marcello and I ended up awake for an entire night talking about different things. Mostly about what William would like for Christmas. Now us top students get a little different treatment, we got this allowance of a sort. And went different places in the world for our studies, I wrote about different countries, William took photos and videos of those places and compiled them into great things. Over the years he only thought that we would simply be like other student to him, but the group of students that we were, we were all the same in some way. We ended up being like a family to him in more ways than one. All of us had some horrible thing happen to us at one time or another and we needed someone in our lives who would understand ourselves. Now, I actually didn't mean to fall in love with him, not the kind where I wanted to sleep with him or anything like that. But I had feelings for him that also went beyond friendship. I never knew how to feel about that and I never did anything about it either. That Christmas afternoon was the day I told his son that I loved him, because he was the one I was in love with, the one I could see myself being with forever. I loved him in a total different way than I loved his adoptive father. Now that night I found out William had harboring feelings for myself as well and that started our journey into a relationship, one that blossomed amazingly and had Marcello smiling eve more than he already did. He was so happy that his son was in love and with someone he cared so much for.
Now speed up to a year later, none of us had a clue that Marcello was sick, he had kept it a secret for so damn long and when we all found out, we were so angry, but also upset. He was dying slowly, but luckily not painfully. He had lived for a few more years, constantly in and out of the hospital and he wanted to be in his own home when he finally died. None of us liked hearing him talk about this but we all know that it was inevitable. We confided in him because his past was just like some of ours, shitty.
Marcello Attano died on my 20th birthday, December 19th, 2016.460Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaEMwJKPeOo
In his short will, this was stated.
'I, Marcello Attano will give a portion of all of the things I own, along with all my money, to the ten ex-students that have been in my life for the past years. They have made my life so much better than it was before I had met them, I had come to realize that I didn't need any blood relatives to have a family. They were my family. I care about all of you more than anything I could ever imagine. To my son and daughter, William and Kate, along with Christopher, the three of you get my home and a little more of the money. You three will be able to live comfortably for years to come. I was very sad that I couldn't watch you and Christopher live your lives together, William, I noticed for years how the two of you were in love with one another and could tell that one day both of you would be together. I wish I had found love like the two of you. Now I don't want you all to be sad at my death, I lived my life and have been happy in it. Let me being happy be your last memory of myself. I love you all.'
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