What My Hometown Taught Me After A Decade Of Distance From It
What My Hometown Taught Me After A Decade Of Distance From It
It was one of those childhood Sundays when my grandmother would ask my father to wake me up for the mass. A few minutes later there I was trying to stand straight while wiping my gound and groping my way to the bathroom, detached from the house, in a foggy morning. Struggle! But the thought of buying an amulet at the Square Park and an extra peso would instantly put my mood to hurry up. Grandma…
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