39It was a beautiful joy to see how the two little sisters got along.
Virginia had become another; she was no longer what grandparents called "savage". The cradle of the little Anna Maria had become the reference point of Virginia, who, in turn, showed herself so happy when she received a little smile from the little girl or when her little hand brushed her face. The months passed quickly and so, without realizing it,
we found ourselves in mid-August. Claudia did not speak, but from her look I understood what she did not say: she was burning with a desire to see her country again, and her parents and relatives, even and above all to show them the treasure good God had sent her.
Remaining alone I felt sorry and not a little, also because, strange thing to say, every time Claudia moved aw
