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Ongoing, First published Feb 04, 2018
Those three weeks went by fast and before I knew it I was on a flight from Buenos Aires to San Francisco. Wow, I hadn't been to San Francisco in years, I mean not since mom and I moved back to Córdoba, Argentina and that was when I was 12 that makes five years. Plus I hadn't seen my dad face to face for about two years, honestly, I couldn't really understand why he all the sudden wanted me to come to spend the summer with him. But I was excited to get to know him again. "Camila this is your family" "no, it's not it's your family dad yours, not mine!"All Rights Reserved
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