"Storrmmee" > wrote in message
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>i think some of the never comes out the same is because of not having much
>money when they first came her from italy, when he was eight or so his
>parents went back to italy but he hid and missed the boat so he was on his
>own very young, Lee


Wow! They left without him? Wow.

This is the sort of thing I had always envisioned that might happen to
Angela. Of course this never did happen but it's just her personality. She
hates being told what to do and always wants to have the final say even if
it is just yelling and screaming. If I tell her she has to be quiet (like
because I hear a weird noise in the background and want to know what it is),
that is the time she will start screaming.

I keep picturing in the back of my mind some sort of old time war story
where the family was in danger and had to hide and be quiet and she would be
the one who would decide not to do that.

When she was younger she ran out in front of a car in a parking lot once. I
immediately reached out and grabbed her back, probably as any parent would
do. And what did she do? Start lecturing me right then and there about how
I wasn't supposed to put my hands on her! She doesn't remember it now. She
is one of those kids who loves pointing out what other kids are doing wrong.
And running in front of cars is always something she will point out.

Thankfully she is old enough now that this is no longer much of a concern.
But when she was younger this was always in the back of my mind. She did
actually hide from me once. I was ready to kill her that day! She was in
preschool and we were living in NY. I had bought her a fancy yellow Easter
dress and she insisted on wearing the dress to school. Of course she came
home with some of the fancy bows and roses missing. I sort of knew that
would happen.

But she hated going to preschool. It wasn't required in NY but it was
strongly recommended and I felt it was necessary for her because she was so
painfully shy. So we headed out the door. But I forgot something and had
to turn back. It only took me a minute but in that length of time she had
vanished.

So I began calling for her. And she didn't answer. I panicked! We were
living in military housing and you did have to show your I.D. to drive in
there or even walk in through the gate. But people had been known to climb
fences and we were always on the lookout for people who didn't look like
they belonged because of frequent bomb threats to the Verazanno bridge that
we lived practically under.

Eventually I found her behind the next building over. The two women sitting
there looked at me like I was nuts for all my screaming her name. But I was
like... Um... You know she has to go to preschool now. You know I was
looking for her. Why didn't somebody answer me and tell me where she was?
Instead, the one woman who ran a daycare had fixed her a plate of fish
sticks for lunch! And I know she knew that Angela had her lunch at school
because we had talked about it. They had two different sessions and the
afternoon kids had to eat lunch there.

I am sooo glad those days are over. But in a week or so she will be a teen
and then there will be new worries.