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I didn’t miss my chance to go to the streets and witness the Cuban diaspora react firsthand. I don’t celebrate death, not usually. But this time, I did it for my ancestors — for my Concha, who suffered under the regime that killed her, enduring pain, tearing our family apart, and leaving only hopelessness behind. I’m not ashamed to say that a flicker of hope tickled my insides — for a future free from his shad…
Eunice Rabert Hernández
Sarah Paris
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Such a powerful paragraph ❤️
Author of Signs My Toddler Has a Drinking Problem (humor collection).Freelance writer of all things. Looper features writer. Believer. Adventurer. Semi- funny.
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