Liz's life

He born in New Orleans, owned by Johnson Bell. He didn’t know, but probably he’s 86 years old.  His “owner” was french, he used to call him “master” but also he was a kind of father to Frank. Bell used to clean everything, he ate old stuff only, the food that was left after a party. Frank was a accomplice for all the bad things that the “master” did, he was so loyal to him and he is also so grateful with the chance to live that Johnson Bell gave him. He, probably, had never worn new clothes, everything that his “master” left was for him, the oldest ones and with holes in them.

I think it's hard to give your opinion about anything, here in Mexico City, for example. Even if we are all "open mind" and don't judge and also don't say if something is right or not.  So, a lot of people who are writing about a topic that is sensitive to the society in general are in trouble, no because they will be censored, it's because they can be judged and that's something that no one's want to live.  In my case, even if I post something about abortion, feminism, drags, human BASICS rights on Facebook all my family gets crazy, like when I posted something about emotional health and my uncles asked to my mom like "Is your daughter ok?" and my mom talked to me and told me "I know that it's your Facebook, that's why I'd never told you something about what you post, but our family is worried, can you please be careful with the things that you post? You need to realize that outside are a lot of people that take eve...

It's pretty difficult to describe how much you love someone but I'm going to do my best. Molly, I remember that cloudy day, I was walking with my mom, we went to Becerra's market and we were walking under a dark and (could be) a dangerous bridge. I saw one of your tiny and cute brothers, I stopped and got closer... -"OMG! Are you selling them?" I asked to a young women who was carrying them  -"Yes, I can't keep them" And then a small boy asked "how much?" and I listened "two fifty".  I walked to my mother and said "hey, mom, she's selling puppies only on two fifty" and my mom was like: - "are you crazy? Two thousand is a lot" - "no, mommy, two hundred fifty pesos" -"are you sure? They’re so cute, I can't believe it, ask her again"  "Ok, but if it's on $250 you can complete me with one hundred?"  "Only if it's on 250".  An...

What am I doing here? I'm not pretty sure about what am I doing here? but I still thinking that things happens when it has to. Well, I know that is something so superstitious and maybe no clear at all, but I know that if I'm here it's for something. Last semester I have a lot of problems, problems that I can't even move on nowadays at all. These problems makes me being absent on some of my favorite classes, I couldn't stay on school because, you know? sometimes free time makes you think a lot. I remember this bad days and I just want to cry because I can't understand HOW COULD I LEAVE MY GOALS? and here's when I said "everything happens for a reason".  The last semester was the saddest ever in my life, crying all day all night. No seeing reasons to stay here. Saddest, saddest. But now I'm so thankful to keep and move on, well not at all because it's something really hard, but I can say that right now I'm 98% cool. But, that...