The Most Cuban Person You’ll Ever Meet
I have four children. (Well, technically, two are adults and two are teenagers, but that’s not important right now.)
All four, even though they were born here in the U.S., embrace their Cuban roots.
But my first-born, Amy, my blond haired, blue-eyed, Amy is more Cuban than I am. She is all about Cuban music and Cuban food and she speaks Spanish fluently, with a Cuban accent, of course. She calls herself Kikita, because “Amy” she says, is difficult for Spanish people to pronounce and she has a lot of Spanish speaking friends. She’s right. But, being her mother and the one who actually named her, I still call her Amy. But I digress…
Last month she accompanied my mom (the 96 year old) to Cuba so that she (my mom) could reunite with her siblings who are all in their 90′s. Amy went to see for herself, first-hand, the beauty and heartbreak that is Cuba today. You can read about her adventures in Cuba over at my other blog, My big, fat, Cuban family.
Now that she has returned, she is more Cuban than anyone you’ll ever meet.