Coffee! What comes to your mind, when you hear this word?  Morning… Freshness…… Starbucks?

But I have a surprise for you. It is none of the above. Coffee was my wonderful and pretty kitten. I named her Coffee. I adopted her from street when she was two months old. She was very playful and attractive and everybody loved her. I always had a blast with her. It was December of last year that one night I suddenly noticed that she was missing from my home. Coffee was so shy and introvert kitten that not seeing her in my home just scared me. Continue reading →

My dad was originally from Oaxaca, a graduated architect. My mom, who was a fashion designer, was originally from Mexico City, and met my dad when he was in college. They got married before he got his thesis done, at the same time he was working, so they hardly spent any time together. For two years, my parents lived in Mexico City, in a small apartment. Mom had two miscarriages before she had my brother Sergio, me and later my youngest brother Jose Luis.

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