RINA

"Next up. Rina." Mia looked up from the sheet of paper and sneered. Unenthusiastically, she read out my day's work. "Will be taking the garden, collecting the garbage and doing dishes."

That said, I returned to what I'd been doing since I came to the assembly ground. Wandering mentally. We had three days till the end of the year, and as such, were preparing for the Festival of the Sun—my favorite holiday until lately. To prove how wrecked I was, Mammà and I would be visiting some relatives in Bologna; but I was anything but excited. It seemed like my mood would never be revived. Not even by the...