So, a little introduction, thinga-ma-bobber- for ya'. There will probably be just one more chapter of this kind, and then the real chapters will start.

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"Zita!"

I kept scrubbing the pot I held at my chest, trying to make it cleaner than it had been before, but my mother's shouting kept distracting me.

"Zita!?"

My eyes narrowed, I started to scrub even harder, trying to concentrate on my chore, but mother kept shouting.

"ZITA!"

"WHAT?!"

"I need you to come up here and help me pack for the trip!"

I huffed, and set the black pot down on the ground. I brushed some loose strands of hair out of my face, and tucked them behind my ear.
Quickly shuffling out of the kitchen, I climbed up the stairs, two steps at a time, and finally saw my mother kneeling down on her bedroom floor.

"What is it that you need help with, mother? Surely packing isn't too hard now, is it?" I asked, a quizzical tone arising in my voice. Mother looked over to me from behind her shoulder, and snickered. She handed me a large bag, "Only if you're a 45 year-old woman, of course." she replied.

I slowly grabbed the bag from her hand, and sat down on the floor. Mother turned back over to me, handing me a large pile of clothes, and sat them down on my lap, "Now, fold these," she patted the top of the pile, "and put them in that bag."

I sighed, "Mother, are you sure you want me folding these? I mean, everything will be mismatched..and, not folded correctly..," ,then I couldn't help but let the corners of my mouth twitch into a small smile.

"We'll fix that problem when arrive at our destination, my dear." She replied exasperatedly.

I chuckled quietly, and started folding a couple of our large white blouses. I kept looking back over to mother, who seemed to be off in her own little world.

I finally decided to break the impending, awkward silence with what I thought to be a simple question, "Mother? Mother, where exactly are we..going to? I mean, you've never told me, and it would just be nice to finally know where we are traveling to."

She glanced over to me, and grinned. "I can't tell you that yet, principessa. It's a surprise for your birthday, remember?"

I rolled my eyes, "Mother! That's not fair! It's my thirteenth birthday, I should be allow to know about certain things now!"

"Since when did being thirteen change anything about 'knowing certain things'?"

"Since..a very long time ago!"

"Really?"

"Sì!"

A smile slowly spread across her face, and she chuckled before turning back around to continue her packing. My eyes widened, but then narrowed when I realized what she had just tried to imply.

"That's very mature, mother. Very mature, indeed."