12/25/2007
The Couch
December 25, 2007: The couch she used to rest on is probably gone by now. The storage people have auctioned it off. I can still see her, with her legs stretched out. Her dark brown eyes looked up at me as she held her coffee mug in her right hand. We would spend time together in the middle of the night and just talk. Talk about anything because both of us were very lonely. It was a brown and yellow striped couch. Not of great monetary value, but I felt and feel very sentimental about it. And the Cunningham Moving Company in San Francisco wouldn't wait for me to send them the check.
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Maybe
December 24, 2007: Maybe it would have been better if she had remained Malena, the tango lady. Maybe life was a mother was too tough for her. Her style was good for the 50s and 60s and when she got to America, she had a hard time adapting. Motherhood, especially working motherhood, was different here. Taking care of three kids and being away all day just wasn't her thing.
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12/23/2007
Malena's Birthday
December 23, 2007: Yesterday would have been my mother's 92nd birthday. Her theme song was Malena, the famous 1940s tango.
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Malena's Birthday
December 23, 2007: Yesterday would have been my mother's 92nd birthday. Her theme song was Malena, the famous 1940s tango.
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