Dinner with his parents.

She was a tall woman and an exact copy of Enzo; she ran towards Enzo He lifted her up and spun her around; he put her down. Their laughter filled the room.

“Come stai Fratello?”[How are you brother?]

“Sto bene, dimmi come stai”[I’m good, you tell me how are you?]

“Sto bene, giuro che non mi sei mai mancato,” [I’m good, I swear I never missed you.] she said,

“Oh really,” he said, slapping her head. I only understood his last words. Nothing in their conversation made sense to me.

I was trying hard not to show that on my face, I never seen Enzo like this before. I never saw him talking to someone this freely other than me this shows how much he loves and cares for his family, I don’t know who that woman was but I’m very uncomfortable with their closeness, I’m jealous.

They walked towards the dining table. She greeted Mr. and Mrs. Francisco. She looked at me. I smiled at her. “Hi, I’m Antia Francisco his sister,” she said, hugging me. Oh!!! Thank god, I thought to myself, hugging her back