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The Mango Tree Behind Our House

My grandfather planted the mango tree the same week my father was born, and by the time I came along it was taller than our roof. Every summer of my childhood was measured by that tree. When the first small green fruits appeared, we knew school holidays were close. When they turned gold, the whole neighborhood knew it too. My...

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