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AmosI often think about when I fell in love with Alma, and the honest truth is that I’ve always loved her. There isn’t a memory of Alma in my mind that isn’t shrouded in adoration.
From the first moment I saw her, something drew me in. We were young, only seven. She was sitting on the ground covered in mud and playing in the dirt like she wouldn’t rather be anywhere else. Her mother was screeching out the lyrics to some Spanish song from the kitchen window. There were boxes on her porch and debris in her yard. Yet amidst all the chaos that surrounded her, she was mesmerizing. I didn’t know what I was feeling, but I knew I needed her in my life.
She’s been a constant in my life from that moment on. We’ve shared everything. Every goal. Every desire. Every accomplishment. Every fear. She
