Heart Spaces Part One: Abuela’s Desk

  I ‘m fifteen, and I’ve just gotten home from another painfully long day of high school. But I’m home now, and that’s a good thing.  I trudge upstairs and, on my way to my room, see my mother through the open door at the end of the hall. The room is sun painted, and [...]
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Published on March 11, 2013 19:02
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