No wonder Fiorella grew up to be a linguist. Her next door neighbor was Louisiana French, The family down the block spoke Yiddish, her mother knew a smattering of German, and her father's family had remembered a word or two of Carpathian Rucyn.
Your girl likes action, be it writing, art, singing, composing, solving puzzles, or whatever, and it drives her crazy that what she is doing now what she has to do instead of what she wants to do. Yeah, she's working her heart out setting up the studio. Will she ever get it finished? And is she does get it finished, will she still be able to express herself in her four talents? She hasn't touch a piano in at least a year, and she barely ran the keyboard then. And what about her languages, which she hasn't practiced in forever? And then there's her writing and her art. When will she get back to them?
Right now, Fio is fishing out various charming photos of her kids and mailing them off to her threesome so they can remember whom they once were. (Sometimes Fiorella needs to remind herself whom she was too.)
It was interesting going through all the of Mother's scholastic awards. She skipped fourth grade, and not only did she win the county spelling bee, but she also had the lead role in her high school play. Dad, on the other hand, was a sports star and senior year class president. How's that for genes!
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