**Flashback**

Padre? Madre? There's something I want to tell you. Zia… Zia. I'm..." I shut my eyes, shaking my head. No, that wasn't how to put it.

I tried again. "Buonginoro, Padre [and] Madre. [Did you sleep well?] I…"

"Vincenzo!" Madre's voice interrupted. I whipped my head from the mirror, directing it to the door.

"Sì?"

"[What are you doing there]?" Her voice drew nearer. She opened the door. "You want to be left behind?"

I shook my head in embarrassment and picked my backpack from the bed. Madre and I left the room and got outside. Padre was ready seated in the limo. I sat between Padre and Madre....