Iremember exactly where I was seven years ago when our nephew Little Julio called.

I was on my way to Arkansas, just outside of Bossier City on La. 3, heading north. I was delighted to see his name pop up on my phone.

A little backstory:

I met him on my first trip to El Paso, Texas, my husband's hometown.

Little Julio was 7 years old that summer. Even then, he had a smile that could stop time. We hit it off from the moment we met.

When we moved to El Paso four years later, Little Julio was often up for adventures. When he was in middle school and would come see us, he would stay for a while. My husband and I loved his visits.

One day when he was 11, he called me to invite me to a program at his middle school because he had won a writing contest. I went. He stood and read his piece ab

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