When I was a little girl, I’d spend the days at my grandmother’s house while my parents worked. She lived in the northern part of Mexico City, and we lived in the southern part. I remember it would take ages to get there.
My grandmother’s house was a very square house. When you came in there was a patio with lots of plants. She loved her plants. She had …
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