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Thanksgiving was Bean’s first real taste of family holidays. He absolutely LOVED it.

When my dad left, he started crying. He just couldn’t believe his grandfather went home without him. A couple of hours later when my uncle was getting ready to go, Bean took matters into his own hands. Meaning he got his raincoat and his sneakers and put them on. Then he climbed into my uncle’s lap and said, I’m coming with you to your house!

So sweet.

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Posted on November 27th, 2009 under Grenada • Tags: , , , . • Print This Post Print This Post • Email This Post Email This Post • RSS 2.0 feed • Both comments and pings are currently closed

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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.

This is our story.


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