I skipped home, glad that it was the weekend. Stopping at the strada, via corner, I rang the campana, bell at the baby-sitter's house. The little old lady opened the door and smiled widely at me. "Oh hello dearie! Your sister is such a precious little thing! te know, she was asking for te all day," she gushed.
My face fell. I felt so guilty for leaving her alone in a day-care all giorno long. If I didn't have to go to school, I would spend my every waking moment with little Natalie. "Thank te so much, Mrs. Jackson. Where is she now?"
"Oh, she's inside, playing with little Ashton. They're the two most adorable...
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