“Juanito!” Papi’s soft call interrupts my thoughts of Alex. He pushes back the branches of a bougainvillea bush. I’m surprised to see a nest of baby birds chirping away. I grab my sketchbook and quickly draw.
Finally, with our electric blower, we clean all the sidewalks and drives. Sun shines through the clouds of dust.
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