Summertime
May 8, 1987: It was such a nice dream! My Tia and I were in San Vicente again and she was happy. Her smiles were genuine, not fake like now. I will never forget San Vicente for many reasons; neither will she. It was an early summer evening and my Tia and I were on the sidewalk in front of our house. I call it ours even though we never owned it. It was the house of our hearts, our souls.
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