I was born in Dallas, Texas at Dallas Hospital.
I lived in a three bedroom white brick house on Mapleleaf Circle.
It had a black privacy fence surrounding the whole house.
I remember having a little playhouse in the backyard where I would pretend I was running a restaurant.
I had a chalkboard on the wall where I would scribble things on it, pretending that was the menu for the day.
All my stuffed animals were in chairs at one big table as I would bring my play food out to serve them.

Life was so simple back then.
I've always had a passion for cooking and baking.
Like everybody else, I love to eat. I am a foodie.
Maybe when I graduate high school, I will go to culinary school.

When I was five years old, we moved to Nashville, Tennessee for my mom's job when she got offered to become CEO at a company she worked for.
She died when I was seven in a car accident to a drunk driver.
They never found out who it was so they couldn't charged anyone.
People say I look exactly like her except for my green eyes, those are from my father.

A couple months later, my dad and I moved to Elizabethton, Tennessee to stay with his brother, Melvin so he could take care of my dad.
My dad's health started declining around the time of my mother's death but the doctors couldn't figure what was wrong with him.
Even after ten years, they still have no diagnosis.

I know I am from Cuban and Native American blood based on my skin complexion.
My dad is Cuban, that much I do know but my mother's side, the only thing I know is that my ancestors were from the Navajo tribe.
All of my mom's family lives in Arizona so I never got to know her background because they "disapprove" of my dad so I never got to meet them.

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