I was in a deep sleep for a while. I don't exactly remember how long, but it was long enough. Because when I woke up, the news was that my Grandpa was killed by the French after being interrogated for information. So now as an older sister, I have to take care of my little brother, Feliciano. The only problem is, we are now in the torn apart streets of Italy. We have no guardian angels with us now. Our country is going to die.
Today, Feli and I made a deal with the black market. We sold the last of our grandpa's treasure for two tomatoes. I felt bad for giving it away, but I had to keep myself and Feli alive for as long as possible. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself. But eventually, we could not find anymore scraps of important metal in the ruins of our old house. We were completely broke, and no one would give us shelter or food now that our funds were gone.
That night was very cold. Feli was almost frozen solid, so I sacrificed my dress and let him wear it for the night. I never got cold easily, so I did not object. But Feli on the other hand felt horrible about wearing my only clothing. It took a while, but I eventually convinced him to not worry. We slept on the pavement of the streets and watched the nearby towns burst into tiny pieces by the weapons of the French and Italians who wished for more land.