The Bigness of Small Things
On the way to visit my Dad, who has Alzheimer’s, I turn into my sister’s driveway. “I’ve come for the record player,” I shout up the stairs.
I am so excited. She’s been trying to get rid of that thing for months and I just found a vintage album of Veracruz huapangos we used to listen to when I was little. I know Dad will …
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