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Our mother was right all those years ago: when our dad passes, we will only have each other; no one will remember the night Santa delivered the Big Wheels, or the time I accidentally had a toy gun in my purse at LAX when we went through security. It will just be us, and I’m glad.
Michelle B.Lind
Mario López-Goicoechea
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Excellent story. Thanks for sharing.
London-based, Cuban writer. Author of “Cuban, Immigrant, and Londoner” https://uk.bookshop.org/a/6886/9781528994293 https://acubaninlondon.medium.com/membership
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