Crucifying KaЯmina BuЯana

Before you feel offended! I loved my mother more than my life. She was my best friend and as I grew up I always wanted to be like her. Paradoxically, I didn't cry because all the love. Or that's what I believe. Yes, like all mothers she used to get into my nerves but all because she would, also, give her life for me and wanted me to be the best version of a human being I could possibly developt into. I owe her everything. I was happy. My big latino family was happy; until one day almost five years ago a phone call would change my little nebula, and everybody's around it. I was alone at work, and someone call me saying my mom was in some sort of "accident" and I needed to get to the airport. She was working in another city at the time. I called my aunts, they were also on their way, so instead I headed home first to get a suitcase with the basics and then I'd get a cab to the airport. On the way home I was serene, I wasn't worri

This is my presentation post on my other blog ... in case you want to check it out: it's about me! Apparently I have failed in making an important step in the Steemit community: Introducing myself. Mistake that I'm ready to overcome right now. Of course, as half of the world population I do love to talk about myself; in fact I tend to have long conversations inside my mind and, obviously, I have practice my Oscar speech for best script ... A LOT of times. But the truths about talking and writing about one self are quite different. Somehow, writing is much more compromising, more deep and more personal. What to say? What to write not to look like a complete shallow human being? Oh, gawd ... I heven't done anything specially important for the world even that I'd love to co-write my autorized biography alongside Bret Easton Ellis or Elizabeth Wurtzel. Nevertheless, I'll be straight and keep it simple by just saying 7 facts about me... seven st