✖ HISTORY
Salvador Martinez was twenty five when he visited Aspen, Calorado. His brother, Valentino, had called with an emergency. Insisting Salvador come to his own home state and leave the only home he had ever known in Ecatepec de Morelos. Being such a family man, Salvador did as his twin asked and instantly joined him, only to find the man with a child.... a child Salvador learned on this visit belonged to him.
Fast forward two years later, Salvador has a new job at a small ski lodge and has established a new life in Denver. He’s met a wonderful woman. He’s grown connected to his new son, and on a snowy night in February he welcomed a daughter.
Aspen; the place Salvador felt his true life began. Where his family grew. Marisol; a Spanish name translating to sun and sea, almost projecting her future life.
February 21st, 1998: Aspen Marisol Martinez was born.
✖ CHILDHOOD
Aspen grew up obsessed with her older brother. Mateo was her world. Some would say she followed him around like a puppy. She learned everything from him. Things he ate, she had to too, even if it was something she hated. Parker went through a phase where she hated corn, so when Mateo would eat it, Aspen would throw a fit for it to, ending in Aspen just watching her brother eat and refusing to eat herself.
So when Mateo asked to start spending time with their Uncle Val, Aspen was confused. She knew their uncle lived nearby, but Mateo was the only one that seemed to acknowledge the man. Mateo wanted to go though, so starting when Mateo started school, they always spent a few weeks with their uncle every summer.
Aspen would fill up her Lisa Frank backpack with coloring books, crayons, and her blanket she slept with every night. She might have been two but she had already learned so much from her brother. So she stuffed her favorite things into her backpack and her pacifier in her mouth (though Mateo always made her leave it every time).
✖ BEFORE THE TRIP
By the time Aspen was a teenager, her childhood scribbles had turned into full on costume ideas. She now was full on designing Mateo’s dance costumes. While he would practice, Aspen would sit on his bedroom floor, hand sewing each stich in an attempt to make things perfect.
By teenage years, her cooking skills had also improved. It had become a tradition that the girl (by age ten) to create her own Mexican food for anyone’s birthday. By seventeen she had perfected her Tres Leches cake as well. Something she was proud of.
✖ RANDOM STATS
