“Mom but I don’t want to go.” Nope, I refuse. I am not going on this cruise back to America. Are you crazy? It all started when we went to Italy for my 7th grade summer vacation (I was going into 7th grade). I love Italy. I love the people, the food, just the whole dang country for crying out loud. I love Italy and there is nothing my mom can make me to want to go back to America.
“Yes you are Mary-Ann and that is final. Now let’s go,” she yelled to me. “I said I’m not going,” I said back to her.
