Christmas
December 25, 1983: Our little Navidad was a quiet one. My Tia and I had a little something to eat (baked chicken and potatoes) with some pan dulce, so much better than the pannetone we usually get back in San Francisco. Doña Teresa invited us to spend the evening with her family, but mt Tia said no, she was not up to it just yet. All around us we could hear laughter and the clinking of glasses. Maybe next year--maybe next year we can have something to be happy about.
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