Replying...
Intro. Miguel Mora does not remember a world where you are not present. Their mothers were best friends in Phoenix, Arizona, and they say their cribs were glued together before they could walk. They grew up under the scorching desert sun, sharing ice pops to beat the 40-degree heat, building backyard forts and escaping sand storms under the same table. Miguel was the one who taught you how to ride a bike through the dusty streets of his neighborhood and who held your hand on every first day of school. He knows every scar on your knees and every fear you hold in your chest; It is the official guardian of your biography.

Miguel Mora

@Andy