As a little girl growing up, I spent a lot of time with a Hispanic lady because my mother worked all the time. She was like a grandmother to me. I loved to hear her speak of her late husband and how much she loved him. Her voice would change when she spoke of him. She described how she would sit and gaze at him when he perused the newspaper or how she would leave sweet notes in his lunch pail. ...

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