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"What does it mean to be bilingual?" NYC school district Every weekend, I would anxiously listen for the sounds of the postman arriving in our lobby... the jingle jangle of the keys, the slamming of the metal mailboxes in our apartment building's lobby as he wrapped up his delivery for the day. Getting the mail was one of my favorite things to do and something I looked forward to - especially when I knew we were waiting for correspondence from mi Tía Chepa and Tío Carlos in Honduras. Getting...