"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.
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