I was born and partially raise in Puerto Rico. My birth town was Hato Rey, but my real home was in Orocovis. Life there wasn't fun, but I endured.
I have a passion for both cooking and writing. I can't live with myself where it is forbidden to do those things. It has been a part of who I am for as long as can remember.
I have issues with moving on and letting go of the past. I still have moments when I cry in my room for the people I've lost who helped shape who I am today. My pain goes towards my grandfather who was the only person who cared for me where everyone else in my family shunned me.
It's because of him I cook and write. He was a composer and musician, a solder, a teac
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