My mother always told me it was better to be smart than to be
beautiful. “If you are smart, eventually you will be able to afford to
be beautiful,” she said. A successful career could result in enough
money to buy the right clothes, get the perfect haircut and any plastic
surgery I want. According to this wisdom, all I needed were the brains,
and someday, I would be a dashingly beautiful lawyer.
I was an only child until I was six years old. My mother and I walked
the streets of Mexico City visiting every museum and historical place.
She worked at a TV station and I would come along and watch the magic of
filming TV shows, along with the horror of Big Bird taking his head off
to reveal a sweaty, ugly, scrubby man. But all the same, I was
learning.
I was reading classics at an early age: Jane Eyre, Little Women, and my
favorite, Mark Twain. Bilingual at an early age, my mother began to feed
me those classics in English as well, although Mark Twain was never a
book I willingly picked up to read in English.
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