As much as I love Life in this present time, I must admit:
My happiest memories took place during my first 6 years alive. Born and raised in Mexico - my family was so close back then, the five of us, and things felt so real. So simple. We had nothing and everything. My Mother just emailed me this photo for my birthday today, saying... "Te envio fotos de momentos bonitos en el lugar donde naciste." (thank you all for kindness today)
