My name is Rita
I am seven years old
I am from Santa Maria Del Molise, Italy
It is the only place I have every known
We are moving our lives to America
I have two older sisters
They are named Connie and Philamena
Connie is eleven and Philly is fifteen
Everyone in our household has their job
Our jobs go hand in hand with each others
My parents work very hard on the farm
to make money and always have fresh food
Philly has been making lunch and dinner
for Connie and I for as long as I can remember
My sisters and I tend to the animals on the farm
I hear children don’t work in the house
In America
Because their parents have time to
Do the house work
Because there’s no need to work,
The streets are made of gold
You could use that as money
And most children can go to schooland learn things for life
Like math
And English
And science
And the history of the world
We will get a new home,
One that is not so crowded
One with real brick walls
And it will be really big too
The back yard will be so big
That we will be able to
Fit three of our farms into it
I could become famous in America
I could be an actress
I would be the best of them all
My sisters could be my back ups
Or Philly could do my make up
And Connie can do my hair
But still, I will miss Italy,
It is home
It will always be home to me.