Córdoba
October 16th 2011 13.30 train from Madrid arriving in Granada. A blonde bobbing head in the crowd. My mom had arrived, and I immediately began to relax as seeing her gave me comfort. Seeing her gave me a rapid reminder of who I am: seeing her was like seeing me in my purest form. The hotel receptionist begins talking to me, "Mother and daughter? You two look very similar." Yes. Como dos gotas de agua. The voice, th
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