1. Story of My Father
... , called Vinces, which the locals call "Little Paris", located two hours from Guayaquil, the city where I was born. My father's parents were of Portuguese descend, whom I knew vaguely. My grandmother Francisca, a very distinguished and pompous lady, long black hair, and affable smile, whom, after almost 40 years ... of magical and adventurous places. My grandfather, Antonio, who I never had the opportunity to meet and with whom everyone said I shared a great physical resemblance, died when I was still a baby. If I resembled like my grandpa or not was a mystery to me. I do not know. How wo...
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- Approx Pages: 6
- Grade Level: High School