At home, my mother pulled the curtains closed at six o’clock. She stopped letting me walk to the corner store for bread. My father started listening to the radio with one hand over his mouth.
As a little girl growing up in Colombia, I was surrounded by vibrant culture, breathtaking landscapes, and a rich history that seemed to seep into every aspect of my life. My childhood was a time of wonder and discovery, filled with experiences that shaped me into the person I am today. as a little girl growing up in colombia