There was a similar looking house located on Dairy Avenue in Corcoran, California many many years ago. It was my grandmother's house. She lived alone. Her house was in desperate need of a good paint job and several repairs. Inside the home lived the most amazing grandmother in the whole world. Who would know that in this universe there was a most loving grandmother anyone could possibly imagine. She showered me with so much attention and love. I cherished every minute spent with her. I would sit on her comfy sofa with her and we would talk. Sometimes, I would brush her long hair that she always kept in a bun. I would make sure to brush it gentle just the way she liked it. She would doze off for a few moments. It was sheer pleasure to do something for her.
I had several cousins that loved her too but I was the one that craved her love the most. My grandmother taught me how to make tortillas at the age of 12. She was lovable and never lost her temper, no not ever. Even when my first tortillas came out looking like maps of Texas or California. She stacked them all up. All three of them. She praised me and gave me so many compliments.
Wow, I am actually crying as I write this about my beloved grandmother.
Sadly, she died when I was 13 years of age. It was a sudden death.. I grieved over the loss of my beloved grandmother named Margaret Magallanes. I made up my mind that I would try and be just like her to my grandchildren.
As I reflect back on my life now I realize that I laughed the hardest and learned the most in her home. A home that was like HEAVEN.
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