45 years ago, today in El Progresso, Honduras, a very young woman decided to go through with

birth. And she decided to keep me. The decisions did not come easy.

No husband at her bedside. No first pictures. No cute pink clothes. No celebrations.

Only a scared young woman, and a terrified baby girl. Neither knowing they were all too soon

to part. The baby girl would not meet her mother again for five years. More on that later.

Today, I thank mi madre for all that she did, and all that she didn’t do. I understand.

I am here. I am now.

Gracias Mamita.