Chapter Eleven
Three days before we were due to move, I stood in my room, packing up everything that would be sent in the moving truck, when the doorbell rang.
“Annalina! Can you answer the door please?”
My mother entered the room at the same time I heard my daughter running down the steps to do as I asked.
“I wonder who that is,” my mother said. “It’s nearly nine at night. Did you invite someone?”
I looked up from my position on the floor where I was taping a box shut. “I’m not expecting anyone.”
My mother shrugged. “Maybe it’s one of your brothers.”
Just then my daughter let out a squeal and came pounding up the steps.
“Mom!” She came into the doorway, her grin mischievous. “Someone is here for you and they have a package!”
“A package?” I dropped the tape to the floor and stood
