Some said that love doesn't feel the same as how it was a hundred years ago. How sincere and long lasting it is back then, unlike now that just slips fast through your hands.
I was this young girl who loved having tea while hearing my grandparents talk about their decades-long journey together. Now, it is time for me to share some stories of love that I scanned through this old photo album packed with portraits in black and white. A tale of a family that honored promises and men who walked through their words
A story of how Constancio Huerta's heart still remembers what his mind forgets
Warning:
I can't guarantee that this work is perfect, so please do expect a "LOT" of grammatical errors and typos ahead. It may contain flaws and imperfections which is a product of the author's lack of experience, so I will apologise in advance.
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The Heart Remembers What The Mind Forgets
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