Mercedes Rodriguez Vega
My brother and I arrived at MIA on 5/27/62. My brother turned 7 (5/30/62) in Florida City. I was too young (4) to remember much other than being pampered by the older girls as if I was their new doll. My father arrived in Miami not long after, but could not take us from the camp until he had proof of a decent place to live and a job. My mother arrived a bit later. We were fortunate! I remember my brother saving our "allowance" for when my parents came to get us. I also remember sending them chewing gum to Cuba.