Savannah
My heart feels to big for my chest. It beats against my rib cage like a hammer. I watch him go to fifty families. They know him. He knows them.
I guess because I usually don't even notice the actually Famiglia, I kinda font think about it. And I thought he didn't care much either.
But he talks to every family. He smiles for the children. Usually, I notice he sends them away. I smile. It's considerate. Now, their mother can tell them how she sees fit.
He knows their names. Knows how old the kids are, knows their personality.
It never occurred to me that he has probably done this before.
Some of the smaller children wails and cry. He hugs them. He'll hold them. And usually he'll something that will make them smile.
Then there was only family left a large one. They look like t
