𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞

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Keep in mind that I'm relying on Google Translate! You are welcome to correct me if these are incorrect! To see the translation, look at the comments.

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As Monday neared, I changed into sweatpants and a sweater, which I paired with crocs.

Given that it was only college, I didn't put in much effort. I simply didn't have the energy to.

My phone vibrated as I walked towards my car. I took it out of my pocket and examined the caller ID. I noticed my Mamá was calling me.

As I answered the phone, a smile appeared on my face.

"Mamá! Cómo están tú y papá?" I exclaimed into the phone as I asked her.

When I told Enrico that we were all extremely close, I wasn't lying. Leaving my family and moving to Italy was quite difficult. My parents and siblings lived Spain, while I moved to Italy.

Because I was the oldest of my siblings, I wanted to travel outside of Spain and move to Italy. Even though I told them I had enough money saved, my parents continuously sent me money as a method to get me down there.

My Mamá, Maria was 46, yet she didn't look a day older than 20. Her long black curly hair was cut short and she looked stunning. She was 5'6" tall and had a curvaceous shape, which she passed down to my sister and I.

She had a beautiful white smile and warm welcoming brown eyes. My mother was the best mother someone could wish for. She was always so supportive as I grew up, and she continues to be so.

Vicente, my father, is 47 years old. His hair is dark brown and wavy. He was 6'3 tall, and he passed on his tall DNA to the rest of the family.

On the outside, he was a tough cookie, but on the inside, he was a softie. He solely has a soft spot for his girls. My father were harder on my brothers, which I enjoyed as a child because I always got my way.

He pretended to be uninterested in order to intimidate you, but past that he'd carry a warm smile on his face. He was also really encouraging and supportive.

I missed them both so much.

Let's start with the second oldest, Mario, who, in case you didn't notice, is named after my mother, but in a guy version. Mario is 22 years old and is a pain in my ass.

Despite the fact that I am a year older than him, he still treats me as if I'm still three.

Well, that's how he treats all of his sisters.

He was 6'1" with wavy black hair. Mario was in good shape and had a few tattoos that I had drawn on him. He also had brown eyes and bushy brows that he meticulously groomed.

Now we'll move on to Valeria, the middle child. She's 22 as well, and is nine months younger than Mario.

My parents, I believe, wanted us to be close in age.

Valeria stands at 5'8 and has dark green eyes. Her light brown curly hair is cut short. Her face is freckled and covered in moles.

She is just fuckin' adorable.

Next in line are Marco and Vince, who are identical twins. They're both 20 years old and have the same birthday, obviously.

They both have tight black curls that flow to their shoulders, which they refuse to get cut.

They both have a dimple on the right side of their cheeks. Each twin had a sleeve on the opposing arm, which they thought it was cool. They are both 6'2 tall and have a strong build.