Every song in my mp3 player has a meaning—a place in my life. Just as I am a collage of various experiences and influences, so is my collection of songs throughout the years. Usually, I listen to music to fill in the silence or to concentrate on studying, but not at this moment. Tonight, I am listening to remember. This is my life on shuffle. “In Bloom” by Nirvana At a “tender age in bloom,” I would sit in...

Picture this: A young Mexican girl living in a small pueblo looking out of the window, her fantasies weighing her head heavily down on her hand. My mom was still a dreamer not yet affected by reality. She floated down the river that separated “just a dream” from “a realized dream”. Once she came to America, her story became intertwined with my fate when she sealed the contract of my birth with a kiss from papá at a dance. Like...

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