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For breast cancer awareness month, I wanted to share about someone close to my heart, my Oma. If you didn't know, Oma means grandmother in German. Although I called her by a German name because that was the heritage of my grandfather, she was very much Italian. She was loud, outspoken, and let everyone know exactly what she was thinking. She loved to cook and I never left her home hungry. Being the youngest of all the grandchildren, I would be lying if I said I didn't get some special treatment. She loved me with every ounce of her being. When I was little, I remember the countless hours she would play Barbie dolls with me, read me bedtime stories when I would spend the night, and always hold me in her arms as we rocked in the big green rocking chair in her family room.
