grew up incessantly wondering about many things…from the flowers and the soil I played with, the food I ate, the birds and butterflies that kept coming to our garden and balcony, to how the day becomes night after so many hours. Whenever I encountered something, many questions would always arise in my head. My first seven years were spent in the large house of my grand- parents, with uncles and aunties who exchanged funny, bubbly conversations at mealtime, enhanced by the exquisite aroma of food coming from the kitchen and on the table where the dishes were laid out in casseroles and china platters. When my parents built their own home, I was almost seven and starting in grade school. My new home was just five blocks away from my grandparents, whom I missed when they were not around me, and in time I came to accept that I had two homes.
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