As a child, we used to meet with my aunt who lived in the house where my mother and her sisters grew up. She was very humble but very welcoming.
All of us cousins would play and eat, while the adults would dance and talk until dinner time.
Visitors always arrived and were welcome at the table to share.
Unfortunately, about 10 years ago, Venezuela entered one of the worst economic crises, which led us not only to suspend the meetings, but also, many of the family members, to emigrate and Christmas no longer has the same meaning for me.
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