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My dad came here illegally.

 

Jumped the border, lived in a one-bedroom with eight other Mexicans, worked in landscaping—the whole shebang. 

 

And I still don't know Spanish.

 

But, I will say, I'm pretty good at English.

 

I've always been a tinkerer, getting to figure something out on my own gives me a rush of confidence. To name a few:

 

• An arcade cabinet that I built and programmed in 6th grade.

• A treehouse without telling my mom (she found out when I was already in it).

• An e-bike before every suburban middle schooler had one.

• My copywriting portfolio.

 

Like my dad, I seem to be hardwired to constantly be questioning and figuring things out. 

 

Hit me up and see it for yourself.

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