I was sitting in the big chair by the window in Nonna Elena's living room, swinging my legs 'cause they didn't reach the floor. The grown-ups were whispering in the kitchen, using their serious voices, which meant something important was going on.
The TV was on, but no one was watching. I kept seeing our pictures on the screen, which was weird because we weren't celebrities. Just normal people.
Mommy came back from the kitchen looking tired, like she does when she has to talk on the phone for work. She sat on the couch across from me.
"Emma, sweetie, are you okay? I know today's been confusing."
I thought about it. Confusing was a good word for today. "Why do the TV people care about us, Mommy? We didn't do anything special."
Mommy gave me that look she has when she's trying to explai
