So a boy that I care a lot about is coming all the way from England just to spend a week with me. I think I’m pretty lucky.
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But isn’t that life…
Breakfast of champions.
I found this picture of my family in Cuba before they moved to the US. It such a shame I’ll probably never get to see where my dad spent 10 years of his life, or where my abuela fell in love, where my aunt learned to dance, and my family made a name for themselves.
They should have named the roses after you.
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The great divide
Chile
