It’s Christmas 1989. I’m in the back seat of the car wearing a puffy sleeved velvet dress, patent leather shoes, and scratchy lace trimmed socks. And she starts in as usual.
Learning How To Cope With The Conflict Of My Mother’s Strong Belief In La Calladita And My Autism Spectrum Disorder
- 11/01/18
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credit: Photo provided by Veneranda Aguirre
