


My son just wrote to me. He said, You never had that much fun when you lived in the States. I told him that my big excitement for the day used to be to drive to the Grocery Outlet and stand in front of the refrigerator section of the store and see what was on sale. What was on discount from the discount store! I couldn't afford to buy the fresh stuff. It was kind of like when I was bored and I would just open the refrigerator and stand in front of it for awhile, gazing at the various things, wondering if there was something in there that would fill up the terrible hole inside of me. I no longer feel that empty space now. Mexico has filled me up to overflowing.
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