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Yutooskinny story"Bianca!" Nonna calls, seeing me for the first time in two weeks, she runs up to me as fast as her little legs will carry her, she looks me up and down and frowns, "yutooskinny!" She shouts, "what'happen to all that food yu eat before?" she taps my flat stomach almost hard enough to make me throw up, if I could. I've been starving myself for weeks for this; mum let me stay home the last two Sundays because my tights were getting far too... tight for my liking.
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You see, the thing is, I'm Italian, both sides, grandparents on mum's side went back to Campania after mum and dad got married. Dad's side stayed, they say they like Australia, Grandad does anyway, so much I can't call him Nonno anymore, Nonna on the other hand doesn't really, she wants to go home but I don't think she remembers what home is anymore.
Either way she does her Italian genes proud, every Sunday when we come to visit she cooks enough food to feed an army, or all of Africa. And since it's only me, my sister,