I was born on the seventh day of December in the year of ‘92 in the densely Mexican populated city of Santa Ana, California to two immigrants. My father a 22 year old field worker from Veracruz and my mother, a 21 year old beach vendor from Acapulco.

By an interesting twist of fate and circumstance, my father and mother met through mutual acquaintances, soon later conceiving me in a California apartment. Nine months later my lungs drew breath for the first time and I opened my eyes to the world I would learn to be my reality. My two bedroom apartment looked huge through my young eyes. However, ironically enough, when there are 18 uncles, aunts, and cousins including grandpa and grandma sharing the space, this apartment became much bigger.

A few years later, at the young age of three, my family and I, now four including my little sister, moved to the small southern city of Charlotte, NC where my life would truly begin.

Charlotte, also known as The Queen City, is where the interesting trial of events that shaped who I was, who I chose to be, but most importantly who I finally became, would meet its inception.