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All this talk about your childhood and seeing these photos makes me feel tender. Maybe it's because when I saw you and read you, the door of memories opened in my head and I've been watching myself like that, tiny like you, in my grandmother's garden, asking for something from a glass cabinet, I've sensed the smell of the milk creams that Tita used to cook for me and then the sound of the spoon she used to take the sweet from the cauldron...

Thanks mipiano. πŸ’™

Tita. She can't be forgotten, with all the essential moments that you lived together with her and at her house. I hope that it was a pleasant time for you - to remember your early childhood πŸ˜‡