A few years ago, my neighbor, Connie had a stroke. She was really bad off and her doctors released her to hospice care. She was a wonderful Hispanic lady who treated my daughters like her grandkids. She called them both Mija. She would sit by the window as they played outside and keep an eye on the neighborhood kids. One day, I came out and Connie was questioning a boy that had been playing with my daughters. "Who are you? Why are you here?" she asked him. She didn't give him a chance to answer when she burst out with, "Go home! You're playing too rough with them. Until you can play nice, don't come back!" I was shocked yet, smiling inside. She stuck up for her "honorary" granddaughters. After she passed away, there was a void. No longer did I have the comfort of her being close by. She was supposed to give me her recipe for tamales. Either way, she touched my life and my daughter's lives in many ways.
I have 77 followers and you know what? Most of you, have touched me too. I have visited your blog over and over..and you've visited mine. Some of you are lurkers and lurkers are allowed but I'd like to know you, even if you are a lurker.
So, my questions to you are:
1) Who are you? (where are you from, etc.)
2) What led you to my blog?
3) What keeps you coming back for more?
Thanks muchly for touching me!
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