There was a new light-green-and-white-striped sleeveless shift dress with a matching short-sleeved bolero, an outfit that blew my mind. I was that little girl with the fur coat and go-go boots again. “I bought you some new clothes because you’ll need to dress nice for the plane.” Your Papi has been living in Florida so I called him up and asked him to take you and Alex to Disney World.” You could have scraped me off the floor, as this was surely a grade school miracle. Maybe a week or two later, as I sat on my bed with my head in a book, Mom came into my bedroom and plopped down a shopping bag filled with clothes. And I was relieved that she didn’t get angry and scold me for being so selfish as to ask for a vacation. Her smiley encouragement and surprisingly inspirational quote gave me a weird kind of determined hope. I had no idea how it was going to happen, but you’d better believe I prayed and wished and prayed again for it to happen. My mother was instructing me to manifest.
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