Yaxoara Carmona
Growing up Mita y Papa would pick us up and we'd spend the night at their trailer wreacking havoc in that trailer park. That was the only time I was ever allowed to roam the streets. My parents were too strict lol Mita would be cleaning, cooking and singing hymns. They had a tricycle that idk how in the world it survived our abuse. I remember she'd pick me up sometimes when I was sick to take care of me, I seriously felt spoiled in those moments. Let's not forget every Sunday without fail we'd have to wear these ruffled up dresses my Tia Mer would either make for us or buy us to attend church with Mita. She made sure to lay the foundation of faith in our lives. My fave most recent memories is seeing her come to my moms house every Sunday for lunch. She was always excited to find out what my dad cooked up for her and Papa. Her sweet smile. I love u Mamita. We will be missing you.
