Vincenza is the Italian lady who helps me keep my house clean and my mind sane. She helps all of my husband's aunts as well. That's how I found her. She is the reason that my Italian has finally improved to a mediocre fluency. This winter she had to go back to Milan indefinitely to take care of her youngest son who broke his hip in a motorcycle accident. I visited her brother-in-law's restaurant in the city just to find out news of her.
Today she reminded me that it was her "Saint's Day", Saint Vincent's Day. Italian's celebrate their birthday as well as their Saint's Day. Much to the disappointment of my in-laws, we gave our daughter a random American name. It won't be long until she realizes she's missing out on a second "celebrate me" day every year.
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