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I always thought that when my abue died I was going to be beyond devastated. I used to think that I was never going to recover from her dead. Thanks to my faith, that wasn’t the case. Last year she … Continue reading
I always imagined it as a beautiful forest. Enormous pines surrounding a greenfield where a tiny cabin sits in the middle. It is the classic cabin: painted in red (although I don’t even like red), with square shaped windows and … Continue reading
I want to be Alma and run through the green grass. I want to be my Avi’s little muñeca again, and fall sleep in his belly. I want to sit in the dining room’s table doing my homework while my … Continue reading
My abue was the best. I miss her so much! I don’t think people can even comprehend this, at least no one in Canada. If I am a decent person, it is because of my abue and my mum’s hard … Continue reading
One of my happiest memories as a kid is Holy Thursday. It is afternoon, my mum is not home for some reason. I think she is at work. It doesn’t matter, I’m all ready to go. And here we go … Continue reading