My Grandfather’s Gift

Lianny Torres


These shoes, purchased with the generosity of my grandfather, carry indelible memories of university classes, lively dances and romantic walks in Cuba, a place I would never have left if my efforts could have provided my family with at least a decent meal every evening. Now, my lovely ballerina flats patiently wait in my Toronto closet for the day Cuba becomes a free country.

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