Hello. My name is Phoenix and this is my story. I was raised in Colombia by my grandmother, because my mom couldn't handle me and my twin brother at the same time, but I was happy. Throughout my entire childhood, I was surrounded by music and song and dance. The people of my small town always called me their "little song bird" and would swear up and down that I was singing before I could even talk. Unfortunately, my Abuela died when I was fourteen and I was shipped off to LA to live with a family I didn't know. Everything was so different. I had no idea what I was going to do or how I was going to survive in this strange and unfamiliar place. I was always terrified to stand out or stick a single toe out of line for fear of making my parents dislike me, yet somehow my life turned out pretty special.