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72 years ago
Tina Vincenzo brushed her long, brown hair back over her shoulder and smiled at herself in the mirror. It was going to be a good day. It was always a good day when it was her birthday, but she was eighteen, so she knew it was going to be a really good day.
She walked out of her bedroom in her new dress, the one she worked hard on over the last few weeks. She wasn’t as good at sewing as her mother, but she was getting better. The hem of the dress was slightly crooked, but once she put it on it wasn’t that noticeable. She was proud of it, and she felt pretty in the dress.
“Good morning, Mama,” she said with a kiss on her mother’s cheek. “Papa.” She kissed him, too.
They both returned the greeting and sat her down. Her siblings weren’t there, but she figured they were outs
