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  • My mom used to be a regional folklore dancer. The first thing I did in Mexico City was take her to Bellas Artes and get us tickets for one of the best folklore companies in the country. During the show I kept thinking how big a step she was making for me, and how I could never fully express my gratitude and love. Except in those little details, in those moments we could share in my new home, in those places where we found we're really not that different. Yes, I fell in love with the city, but loving it always brings me back to her.
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