An immigrant’s drop to spill the glass

Welcome to our lives. Some bio, some inspo. Read to the end.

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I’ve gone seven years and nine days without seeing almost anyone from the first of my four homes, Mexico.

If it hadn’t been for the catastrophe that was my first marriage to a German narcissist, that sentence would read no one at all. At least I had two days with my dad and an aunt.