Sophia
The news that Sweet Crumbs, along with every other business owner who had held onto their properties, was finally, permanently safe from the redevelopment project spread through the neighborhood faster than I could have anticipated, and within days, Marisol had already begun organizing something considerably bigger than our usual Sunday morning gatherings.
"A block party," she announced, arriving at the shop with a notebook already full of ideas. "The whole street deserves to celebrate this properly. You've all been through so much these past several months."
The following Saturday, the entire street transformed into something I hadn't witnessed since I was a child, back when my grandmother used to organize similar gatherings during quieter, simpler years. String lights crisscros
