A Sunday evening found me drinking whiskey with Abuelita (grandmother). The afternoon had passed into the evening and the evening into the night. the dark enveloped the city and through the open window the cities revelries drifted in. Abuelita's parrot echoed her ... "el perro" "roberto, roberto" and best of all, with each laugh she uttered, the parrot mimicked in a nearly disturbing way.(en la foto... from left to right... Jhon, his hermana (little sister) Geraldine, ME, john's prima (cousin), jhon's mom y abuelita (grandmother). )
Jhon´s name really is spelled like this... his mom thought it was ¨Ethnic.¨
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