Irene Arholekas - Greekamericangirl

“Ee Ameriki,” my mother’s glance trailed off somewhere beyond the antenna-spiked rooftops, somewhere beyond the reflection of the golden Greek sun on the frothy waves in the sky. Her voice took on that familiar sing-song quality, the same one she used to tell me about “O Papoutsomenos Gatos” (Puss-in-Boots) or “Ta Tria Gourounakia” (The Three Little Pigs). “Ee Ameriki eine allo ... ................
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