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While growing up in an Italian home, children are expected to "Dammi un bacio" (aka- give me a kiss) everytime you see someone in the "family" for the first time every day. This could be an aunt, uncle, cousin, grandparent, close friend of the family, neighbor, etc. BUT ESPECIALLY your mom and dad! Thus, everyday growing up I would greet my parents promptly with a kiss on the cheek along with a hug when I first set eyes on them, even before we started a conversation. The saddest day of my life was when my dad said, "Joey, you don't have to kiss me anymore. You're not a kid anymore.". I was 16 years old and my stomach dropped, we were on the gas station lot in full view of the public as I just arrived to work after school. Does my dad not love me any longer? I felt lost and deeply saddened for a while that day. Finally, he explained that some people may perceive this ritual to be strange or bizarre. Grandmom would've called these people "mericans"! I explained that I felt hurt, he said he understood and that if I wanted to continue our ritual - it would be fine! He thought that I might be embarassed or I was feeling forced to do this - on the contrary - I was honored and proud to express to the world how much I loved my dad! To this day, when I see my brother, sisters, nephews, cousins, famiglia and friends we hug and Dammi un bacio