My heart raced and I felt dma Hita was old and might die while she was with us!
One evening, about a year after the birth of my sister,myfather announced that my mom' s mother, Grandma Hita, was moving in with us.
"How am I going to do all of this?" I whined. Grandma Hita spoke softly, "I help you, and little by little, mi jita, we get it all done. "
