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It is Three Kings Day. For the first time in more than 10 years my parents and my sister are spending this day as we did for many years, since I can recall.

The emotions are not the same. My sister and I didn’t wake up running towards our aunt’s house,  just in front of our grandma’s. We didn’t look beneath the old mahogany beds to find which gifts the Three Kings left.

Our aunts are no longer on earth. We have grown, but childhood memories remain.

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