kitty's claws

Today my sister hosted a “World Cup" Party. My whole family was in attendance except me. i promised my brother i would manage his store so that he could watch the game. The boys at work brought in a small TV so that we too could watch the game. Considering how slow business was it was evident that the people in Toronto, or at least those in the Dufferin and Lawrence neighbourhood, were watching either the World Cup or the Toronto Grand Prix. As 5pm rolled around, the game was over and Italy had won, so now the party was just beginning.

When i got to my sister's house, my other sister greeted me at the door and told me not to be upset when i saw my sister. She was worse than i had ever seen her. My heart felt like it would burst from my chest and i felt the tears start to sting my eyes. i could not let her see me this way. For her i am always positive and focused. i was glad that everyone had left to ride the bandwagons along St. Clair and wave their flags with pride. i needed to be with her so that she could exhale and let me be strong for her.

Forza Italia... could be heard from the streets..... Viva Italia... a continuos chant. Forza means force or strength and viva means lives. i kept hearing these words over and over and it was like a prayer. i want that for her. i want it for us.
STRENGHT.... FORCE.... LIVES