The fight for my spirit.

1 .Quit that Italy slang .

"Buornogiorno familia ,"

I greet my family ,as I descend the stairs ,dressed in my school uniform ,They all look like deers caught in headlights ,with the looks of horror on their faces .

" Good morning family ," I clarify and they seem educated in an instant ,I laugh as they deny their lack of language information .

" Yeah Good morning honey ,"

" Good morning sweetie ,"

" I totally knew that ."

I sit beside my little cheeky brother ,Coral ,He is thirteen years ,with hereditary black hair and brown naughty eyes .

My mom,Ann Casa Grande serves me my bacon and toast ,She smiles showcasing her pearly white teeth ,She is beautiful with her sandy blonde hair and electric blue eyes ,a curvy body figure .

" I can't believe you don't know morning in Italiano ," I recall,taking a bite of my toast ," Italiano is so easy ."

" Well I am not the one who's been in Italy for seven years ," My dad defends ,opening another page of his newspaper," Italiano is not easy ."

" You're from Italy ," I exclaim ,and my dad shrugs sipping his coffee .

My dad is quite a hilarious man with his  jet black hair and warm brown eyes ,He is plump ,but always blames it on his clothes .

" Everyone shut up and eat their food ," My mom orders ,pouring herself a cup of coffee ," It is bad etiquette to eat while talking ."

" Tell them mum ," Coral says ,his figure hidden under the breakfast table ," I am doing totally nothing under this table ,so don't look."

This sends a red flag to my dad who lifts Coral by his shirt ,He is scrawny compared to my dad ," Hey dad ," Coral says ,smiling cheekily ," What's poppin ."

" Coral ,show me your hands ," Dad says, using a stern tone ," Both hands ."

Coral sighs unclenching his fists ,five dollar bills fall from his hand ,My parents both glare at him and he smiles ," I can explain."

My dad carries Coral out of the house grabbing his bag for him ," Honey I'm taking Coral to school ," My dad says ,kissing my mom's cheek," He's turned into a little thief."

" Hey ,I can hear that ." Coral complains ,struggling against my dad's grip ," This is so unfair ."

Dad kisses my cheek," Have a fun day at school ,sweetie."

I bid him goodbye ,and Coral who is upside down at the moment," Bye Gigi ," Coral says ,waving at me ," Tell my story ."

My dad carries him out of the house and we end up laughing since we can hear Coral's complains and my dad urging him to shut up.

My mom snickers ," Boys."

I left when Coral was only six,I was shocked to see him all grown up and almost my height of 5 '5 .

" So ,are you ready for you first day ," My mom says ,looking concerned for me ," It can be tough ."

I smile at her concern ," Mum it's fine ,I have my old group of friends I am going to meet today ,it won't be too tough ."

My mom sighs but smiles either way ," It's long since I've seen them ," My mom says ,her face scowling ," Since you left ,they never even showed up to say hi."

" Mum ,maybe they were afraid to talk you guys ," I say ,assuring her with a smile on my face," I missed them so much ,I can't wait ."

" But it's been seven years - " I cut off my mum's fretting speech ," Trust me mum ,I'll be fine ." I assure her and she nods .