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Sweet memories

Because I've been there too...

"I wrapped my legs around her and buried my face under her chin. It felt good to have Mami so close, so warm, swathed by her softness, her smell of wood smoke and oregano. She rubbed circles on my back and caressed the hair from my face. She kissed me, brushed my tears with her fingertips, and dried my nose with the towel, or the hem of her dress.
'you see,' she murmured, 'what happens when you don't do as I say?'" (Esmeralda, Santiago, When I Was Puerto Rican)