wasn’t sure what to make of Chris’ instructions or really any of what was happening, but he knew it felt good to be back there—to be in a place that felt like home.
As he made his way reflectively down the driveway of the old house, considering what Chris had said and wondering just what day he’d arrived for, a scream suddenly pierced his eardrums, startling him and drawing his attention toward the small pond in the distance at the end of the row of vines.
Suddenly, instantly, he knew exactly what day it was. In his childhood years he’d known many families that passed through the area to help harvest the grapes each year, and he met and befriended many of the families’ children. One family stood out in particular, though. The Domínguezes were one of several families that passed through each year, but Sterling had gotten to know several of their children, who were around his age, especially well. The friendship grew even deeper as the family eventually decided to put down roots in the valley and seek a way to make it their permanent home. This was not easy, as official visas were hard to come by. But little by little, coming and going back and forth to Mexico, the family eventually received official permission to immigrate, and Sterling was thrilled when he found out they would be long-lasting neighbors and friends.
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