"Is what?">Sunflower looks at the wheel, with downcast eyes.>"She-She's at home! Waiting to see you! She's super excited!">You look at Sunflower unconvinced.>"Come on, don't look at me like that. Someone had to stay home, and watch the house...">You stop with the interrogating look, and lean back in your seat.
"Right. You two are still living in the old home, right?">She pulls off after stiffly pulling the lever to take the car out of park.>"Of course we do. We can't just up and leave. That place holds too many memories for all of us."
"Even though, mama is...">"....."
".....">An uncomfortable silence passes inside the car.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. It hasn't even been that long after all.">"It hit us all hard, brother, but we'll make it through this momento difficile.">You smile at Sunflower.>She's gotten so strong since you've been gone.
"Your Italiano is pretty good. You still mix it with English though.">"You do the same!">The rest of the way was spent telling her about the flight back home, and all the people in the terminal giving you props for being a soldier, until you finally reached the city. Specifically, the Italiano ghetto, "Little Sicitaly".>It all looks the same. The same corner store where you used to get stale noodles half off from the owner, Mr. Rella. The same worn out playground where the greasers hung out. The same dusty lot you'd fight off the local bullies who would pick on your sisters.
"Nothing has changed, huh.">"That's not true.">You look to Sunflower, who looks at you smiling.>"Hai cambiato, haven't you?"
"....I suppose. We'll have to see.">"Nonsense. You're just hungry for a good home-cooked meal!"
"Oh? You've graduated from burning ice water?">"EEE!! A fanabla!">She manages to push you slightly with an arm.>Not too long after she pulls up alongside the curb in front of a worn down building.>"Here we are Fratello. Home sweet home."
"(quello che una discarica)."