What Is The Connection?

Isabella Gonzalez

Amzi was reluctant, but I forced him to get cleaned with me. The problem is that all the accumulated sweat of the day, will cause them to stink and in the worst case cause an infection!

He gave his best puppy eyes too, it was convincing but unfortunately I ignored it. I dragged him to the shower with him and showered him, all the pushing and pulling, caused me to get wet too!

Ugh! This cute dog!

Finally, after I was done, I changed my dirty wet clothes into casual clothes and air dried Amzi’s fur.

“Princess!” I heard my brother Alexander who was six years older than me rushing into my room and pulling me into a bear hug.

After he was done showering his love on me, I told him everything about Orlando without mentioning his name.

When my brother turned to see the sleeping boy on my bed, he rushed and pulled him into a hug.

“Orlando! We were so worried about you!” he hugged and squeezed Orlando. I stood there with a completely clueless head! How does my brother know him??

Meanwhile, even Amzi went and started licking my brother’s arm. When Orlando woke up after the hug, “Brother Alex!” he squealed like a girl in excitement.

I was thoroughly ignored here! I went downstairs to bring some lunch for me and Orlando. As well as dog food for Amzi, which had to be brought from the market because we don't have a pet dog in our house.

“Marcello was so worried about you. What exactly happened?” I heard my brother question Orlando as I was nearing my room, while coming back from getting the food from the kitchen to back to my room.

“The moment I landed with Amzi, we were attacked by someone. I ran from there and lost my way, only to meet that sister.” He replied.

“Yeah! She’s my sister Isabella or Bella. Thank god you came home with her. Or else, there would have been a blood shed in Los Angeles tonight.” My brother and Orlando had their talks.

“Grazie Sorella”{Thank you Sister} he told when I reached my room with our lunch and handed his portion to him.

“You did a great work Bella! We actually had a meeting with the Salvatores today. You just helped their son come to our home.” My brother ruffled my hair as I was eating.

Later, I was informed that the Salvatores who were my dad’s old friends from Italy were invited for the dinner.

I was wondering how my family knows someone from Italy. What is the connection between us and Italy?

As far as I know, we always lived here in America, so I didn't bother to think too much about this stuff because the only connection was 'P I Z Z A - Pasta and P A S T A - Pizza!'