# Page 3

### [7. Mom & Dad](https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x495f947276749ce646f68ac8c248420045cb7b5e/36689696822564694435897895103382216197122687226587959880145830592491137531905)

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This is my Mom & Dad. Looking at this picture I'm filled with so many emotions. It's crazy to see how young we all were. I think in growing up it's easy to get lost and forget that your parents are growing up too. Time passes every day and you have to be grateful for every moment with loved ones.

### [8. Back in Mexico](https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x495f947276749ce646f68ac8c248420045cb7b5e/36689696822564694435897895103382216197122687226587959880145830593590649159681)

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This picture was back at my great-grandparents' house. My Abuelito Francisco wasn't around anymore, but some of my earliest memories were made here. I don't know why, but I have a vivid memory of taking some milk out of that fridge in the back. My great-grandmas' house was also a couple of blocks away from the rodeo so I know that's exactly where we were going after this picture.

### [9. 723 6th St.](https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x495f947276749ce646f68ac8c248420045cb7b5e/36689696822564694435897895103382216197122687226587959880145830597988695670785)

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Everything about this picture is comforting. The way I remember the yellow walls that surrounded the living room, hallways, and kitchen. The way I used those pillows in the back for countless forts. The way I know it's a Saturday morning by my pajamas. Or the huge dandelions in the back that I would eventually grow taller than. This place was my home. I learned so much and made so many memories here. I am forever thankful for this place.