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I’ll See Her Again

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

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The Forest I Go

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

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Wanting, Wanting…

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

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I love my abue

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

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I Say It Now

I didn’t grow up saying grace before meals. However, my Avi always used to say thank you to my abue once he was done eating his lunch. My abue used to answer thanks be to God. When I write this, I … Continue reading

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My Holy Thursdays When I Was a Kid

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

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This Stuff is Real

On Sunday I was part of a bake sale. I did some baking that I brought for the sale, I helped setting up, wrapping the treats into plates, cleaning up. As an immigrant I thought bake sales were a myth, … Continue reading

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