Mrs Sciacca was like my second mum. I spent many sleepovers at her house. She was scary and strict on the outside but underneath she was a lovely, kind person. "Say not, in grief, that she is gone but give thanks that she was yours."
Mrs Sciacca was like my second mum. I spent many sleepovers at her house. She was scary and strict on the outside but underneath she was a lovely, kind person. "Say not, in grief, that she is gone but give thanks that she was yours."