My turn: Blessed to still have grandma

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When I saw Grandma Chaya in May, she squeezed my arms and said, “Que gorda!” Translation: “What fat!” She then asked my name. I looked at her strangely and replied, “Helena!” “What a beautiful name,” she replied. “My mother’s name was Helena, too.” Grandma then asked where I was from. “Portales!” I replied. “Oh,” she […]