I was born in Colombia. My sister got pregnant by my father. When my father came by to say good night, I wore jeans, with a tight belt. It didn't always work, I just didn't get pregnant. When I was 14 I was sent to live with my grandmother, she was alone and I was sent to keep her company and to look after her.

After finishing my secondary education, I went to English school, and after graduation I was hired by an international company. That is where I met my husband. We lived in England for four years, and then Singapore and now in California. I have three girls.

My father is turning 65. My sister is very upset with me because I am not going to go for his birthday. I don't want to. I do not want to wear jeans.