Letters from Grenada

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whilst helping bean get dressed

bean

Bean is getting very big. And extra gorgeous. Also, O HAI SQUIRREL.

Honey, do you know what today is?

A school day?

No, honey. It’s Sunday. No school. But it’s Grandpa Tony’s birthday.

Oh. (pause) Is it my birthday too?

No, honey. Your birthday is in May. That’s very far away.

Oh. (pause) Is it going to wait for me?

Wait for you? What do you mean?

Is it going to wait for me to blow out all the fire and eat it all up?

Are you talking about your birthday cake?

Yes. On your birthday, you get a cake. I hope mine waits for me.

I love you. Are you hungry?

I want a cookie.

How about a banana?

Alright.

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My name is María. I like wasabi, patronize bunny rabbits and think red wine really needs to stop pretending it's not purple.

I lived in Caribbean for four glorious years. My son - Joaquín the illustrious Bean - was born on the island of Grenada. He's beautiful, brilliant and has two birth certificates.

Now we're back in the land of snow and afternoon sunsets, and all the diet Coke and Thomas the Tank Engine in the world won't cushion the blow of such culture shock.

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