Melinda De La Cruz was born in Spain on November 12, 1976. When her life in Spain become too dangerous, she had to flee to a small fishing village in Bakersfield. When she was a baby, aboard a wooden ship with crashing waves, which was rocking back and forth with the ocean’s aggressive, raping caress, her grandma and beautiful, sexy mother, were staring in horror, as her tiny, fragile, delicate little body fell out of her mother’s buttery hands, shivering in the blowing, frigid night wind, as she could’ve sworn that the traumatic feeling of her free falling imprinted against her head filled with a muscle of memory—her brain.
"I think of my mind as being a Babushka, with many layers to me," De La Cruz said in a 2019 interview with 60 Minutes, "I was technically born before this event, but this is when my life truly started, and the first layer formed, making me thick-skinned with the wood-like material that created me."
They were going on a journey to the United States, specifically to the lovely fishing village in Bakersfield, in the state of California. Her grandmother was a fishing woman in España, her place of birth, from which she was sailing, with a rich mind, full of knowledge, which clearly inherited to her, for she has been called a creative genius, being the William Shakespeare of her time. But it wasn’t clear if she was going to survive to be that, as she was very near the hyperborean waters that would kill her in an instant, and she would shatter like the delicate glass of a prized vase owned by a grandmother, filled with the ashes of her late husband, ready to spill on the floor in an instant, with all the juice and hope spilling out of her.
Her mother was screaming to her, as she fell in slow-motion. “Melinda Moutard De La Cruz, mi chica pequeña, por favor luchar contra las olas!”
But suddenly, as her delicate little skull was centimeters away from hitting the ferocious Atlantic Ocean, a man jumped in to save her—it was su padre, Pedrrogh De La Cruz, who jumped into the freezing cold waters just in time to catch her.
He was thrashing around in the ocean, keeping her above the water. “Baja la paleta! Baja la paleta!”
Su madre bonita brings down the paddle, long and giant in wooden length, made out of the finest oak wood in España, as her father grunted, pulling himself up, and lifting her up like Simba in the famous Disney movie The Lion King, as su abuela grabbed her, and wrapped her up tight in her warm, precious scarf, as her brazos hugged her tight, squeezing her into the warmth of la bosoms de su abuelita.
But Pedrrogh was still thrashing in the ocean. It was so cold, that one could instantly get hypothermia…he couldn’t move anymore, his muscles as tense as a wrestler before a match, or a squirrel before taking flight. But he couldn’t thrash forever. He eventually went under, making not a single sound, like a mouse in the night, peacefully sinking down to the very depths of the ocean, being consumed by the darkness, where he now is, but his soul is above us. Always. Jesus loves him.
After Pedrrogh died, her family was never the same. He did such a heroic act, and she thinks that’s very meaningful. She believes that Jesus saved her for a reason.
"God loves me, and gave me the power to write," she said in 2017 in conversation with Sir David Attenborough, "Pedrrogh was brought here to save me. And I love our God for that. And love is the theme of my life, like no one else’s."
No one else’s life and achievements will ever compare to her's. Because as su madre once told her: “You’re special, and God loves you.”
He sure does. And he’s proven it throughout Ms. De La Cruz's life thus far.
Because we'll always love God.
And she always will, too.
Now, she lives a peaceful life in a fishing village in Bakersfield, California. She has a cat and a dog, and her mother, Conseula, helps her write her award-winning romance novels in her rose garden. Her mother survived terminal anal cancer in 2004, with the help of Jesus. She loves her dear readers very much, and she hopes you love her books just as much as she loves writing them.