My mom wore stilettos to school pick-up. My dad was one of seven entrepreneurs in our socialist town. We were the foreigners. The loud ones. The different ones. And thank God for that. This is the story of how I was raised between freedom and discipline, fire and foundation. A love letter to the parents who showed me how to live on my own terms.
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