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After drinking a cold glass of Toki orange juice, my siblings and I got to work! Eager to help Mama Naya sell her veggies, first we placed the tomatoes, sweet peppers, and cucumbers in transparent plastic bags. Then we priced each cabbage head, making sure we got everything just right. As we worked, I thought of how much I loved my grandmother. “Mama Naya es la major, verdad? (Mama Naya is the best, isn't she?) I said, smiling up at her. She chuckled softly, her eyes twink

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Amber Pollard ♦ Family vacations are typically a happy experience, and ours was. Until a horrifying situation arose that taught me the...

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Football is the most beloved sport in Belize...Fans go out of their way for the sport, supporting the players at home or abroad; however, we must bear in mind that these players did not become great in football on their own.