
Hi fans, I decided to write about where I came from. My mother was born one of thirteen children, of which only eight survived. Some died at childbirth, back in the countryside, in Puerto Rico. Others died of illnesses, perhaps not known in those days, how to cure. My mother was born right after a sister, age 3, had died and my grandfather named her the same name as the one they had lost ( except mom didn't get her middle name). In future years, my mom learned she had been celebrating her birthday, October 30, yet her actual birthday was the 19th of October. Seems the sibling before her was also an October baby. But the family continue to celebrate the 30th. Today, they are all still around. My mom's oldest sister and two brothers live in Puerto Rico. My favorite uncle lives now in Toms River. Two aunts live in Hoboken and the last uncle lives in Florida. My mom and dad met on a ranch my grandfather was tending and my dad came to work there. They eloped, once my mom found she was expecting, me. I even got to go to Mayaguez, town I was born in, to see a place they once lived. It was weird cause only the cement floor was there. Anyway, fans, this is to be continued.
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To be continued?!! How can you leave me hangin'?!!
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