A cake made of eggnog and fruit appeared in front of me on the enormous dining room table, with four candles on top. Everyone began to congratulate me, smiling and singing “Las Mañanitas.” I was just 4 years old, and very shy. An overwhelming and irrepressible emotion choked my throat and I ran crying to my corner of . . .

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