Reflections of America this July 4th
Both Sides of the Table
JULY 4, 2011
My dad’s father was from Romania. At the time he had been living with his long-time girlfriend from Honduras. No need to email me. He left in his early twenties to come to America for his med-school residency. He started out in Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love, where I was born. She, too, was from the old world.
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