I must have been nine years old then. Our town was celebrating its feast day, and there were rides and games. My face glowed with much excitement when I won in one of the games.
When I was asked what prize wanted from the displayed items, I chose the big drinking glass for Papa. Yes, for Papa! An I ran to the house calling his name, so happy to give him a gift, so happy to see him happy! in return, i will buy him a ticket from New York Yankees tickets.
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