BLOOMABILITY
Once I returned from Switzerland, my family were so glad to see me. There were lots of hugs and kisses and my parents would keep on saying how much they missed me.
Stella was the same as before but a bit more mature, being a mother of course. The baby was beautiful too. Michael cried when anyone held him besides Stella, my parents, Crick, and me.
He seemed attracted to me too.
I was looking around my bedroom, examining every single corner of it. Guthrie and I wrote to each other on a daily basis and I wrote to all of my other friends too. Just not as often as how I wrote to Guthrie.
My mother gave me a letter from Guthrie this morning that read this:
Dear Dinnie,
I was doing some thinking just like how Mr. Bonner used to tell us to do last year and I wondered if you were coming back to Switzerland this year. Are you coming?
I could take you to Milan or we could go skiing again. This time we're not going whenever there is an Avalanche Warning.
Sono libero, Dinnie. You are too so you don't even have to think about how your parents would feel if you went to Switzerland this year again. Think about how we could have so much fun together!
It'll be like last year!
I miss you a lot and I'll wait for your answer to my question.
Guthrie.
Well, was I going to go to Switzerland? How would my family feel if I decided to go back to Switzerland one more year? Damn, I was thinking about how other people would feel even though Guthrie said not to think too much about how they would feel.
I could go skiing and see all of my friends and Aunt Sandy and Uncle Max and I could even go to Milan and see Grandma Fiorelli and we could have the time of our lives.
I could be a normal girl and stay here in the States, just like how Lila wanted to be. She wanted to be a regular girl and she wanted to go to a regular school and live a regular life.
But I wanted to see my friends, especially Guthrie.
I've grown so close to everyone and without them, I felt like nobody.
That night, I put everything in my box of things and walked downstairs to the kitchen. My mother was there, drawing a vase of flowers. She had finally decided to take courses at a nearby college of art.
"Mom, can I go back to Switzerland this year?" I asked.
Her face looked pain but she quickly replace it with a proud look on her face. "You know what? If you want to go, I could call your aunt and uncle and tell them that you want to join them this year too. Is that what you want?"
I tried not to show my eagerness. "Yes, Mom. I want to go back to Switzerland to see my friends and the school and Aunt Sandy and Uncle Max! Si! Si! Si!" I came out too eager.
My mother smiled wide. "Alright then. If that is what you want, Dinnie."