A Short Story that spans two generations of freedom, love, and oppression. Alonzo Donatello started to have a post-war life after his brief incarceration by the border guards, finding his true love in planting crops, munching traditional foods, and loving the true love of his life. Note: This story is not meant to target any political beliefs, race, gender, or the like. All events in this story came from the writer's imagination. Any resemblance to similar entities, characters, settings, and events is purely coincidental. This was originally my project in Creative Nonfiction subject (Short story). I just wanna post it here for you all to see.
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