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Bittersweet
I remember a day in my childhood, at my grandmother’s; it’s her, my aunt, my first cousin, and me, the little boy kid. They were going through a photo album, mostly black ‘n white,
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If I Had But One
If I had but one advice for teenage me it would be, “Your elders are smarter than they talk, steadier than they walk, and more than they do.” At 15 I saw the What,
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THE LITTLE HERO HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT
His daughters didn’t know much about World War II, except what they learned from school, or John Wayne movies. He kept the medal hidden away in a dresser drawer. To me, all he was,
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