I've been in the middle of some tortuous moving and storage-ing of various stuff from the house. And in going through various items, I stumbled across an old school notebook of Michael, probably when he was a year or so in the U.S. I consider it a found List Poem entitled "Mom: Eileen Tabios." That 4th item kills me ("she try her best")-- relatedly, I am a person who once baked a cake that was left untouched by middle schoolers (I thought those peeps were supposed to be perpetually ravenous with cast-iron bellies... )
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