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When
my
mama
came
from
Cuba,
she
felt
like
one
tiny
grain
of
sand
from
the
beaches
we
left
behind.
She
bought
a
winter
coat
and
a
pair
of
velvet
gloves.
Her
hands
were
cracked
from
the
cleaning
fluids.
But
the
gloves
hid
that.
We
had
to
assert
our
dignity
in
small
ways.
That's
why
these
napkins
are
beautiful.
That's
why
my
mother's
gloves
were
beautiful.
Little
details
that
tell
the
world
we
are
not
invisible.
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