Voz de mi abuelo

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I do not ever want to forget my grandfather’s voice when he says, “I love you baby, thank you for calling.” He doesn’t say it often. Or at all, to almost anybody else in the world (I didn’t say that’s a good thing, but it’s a thing, nonetheless). It’s a melty, special feeling, especially coming from such a masculino maschio (“Con cojones tan grandes,” my mama always said). I know it’s a little unfair to have a favorite grandchild, but I think the jury is still out on whether it’s unfair to be the favorite grandchild. No matter the verdict, I still like that I’m it. <Insert warm fuzzies here> 🙂

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