Angels From The SkyThe kitchen smelled like chicken soup and shampus. Most of my mother's side of the family was gathered for the good bye party. Being a five year old I didn't understand why everyone was making such a big deal."I'm only going on an airplane ride," I thought. Everyone was giving me excessive attention. I didn't know I would soon miss seeing them and being able to see them whenever I wanted. Looking back, it all feels like a distant dream. A dream about a little girl living with her mom, aunt and cousin in one of the worst neighborhoods of Cali. I was born and raised till my fifth birthday in Colombia, specifically in a dusty urban neighborh
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