ANDREAAs I arrived at my uncle's house, I stood outside for a while, nostalgia enveloping me like a second skin I hadn't worn in years.It had been six years since I had left this house, and now, standing there on that familiar cracked pavement, a wave of emotion washed over me, something between grief and gratitude, tender and aching all at once. Six years was a long time. Long enough to grow into a different person, long enough to forget the exact shade of the front door, long enough to convince yourself that leaving had been the right choice. And yet, standing here now, none of that distance felt real. The house looked exactly as I had left it, patient and unchanged, as though it had simply been waiting.Memories of my time living there, the happy moments with my Tio and Tia, surged through my mind like water breaking through a dam. Sunday mornings in the kitchen, the smell of café de olla and warm tortillas. My Tia's laughter bouncing off the tiled walls. My Tio teaching me t
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