Vivian Padilla
Joined December 2017
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Christmas
There I was, sitting down, swinging my stubby legs back and forth on the booth. Kicking the only pole that gave stability to the wooden table. The smell of syrup and crispy, hot bacon streamed throughout the place leaving children unsettled and adults, impatient.
By Vivian Padilla6 years ago in Families