It will NEVER cease to amaze me of the major sacrifices my parents made to come to this country. I had a popsicle today from our local Jaime’s Grocery, aka La Tienda Mexicana and as I was savoring the delicious and refreshing paleta de limon, I was taken back to Mexico. It was for just one instance that I began to imagine myself down there enjoying their wonderful homemade ice cream. All while listening to the multitude of sellers around me and the loud colors that sometimes overwhelm you. That was just a little moment for me, but how often does this not occur to my parents or any other immigrant adult that has left it all behind to sometimes never return? My family and I are blessed to be able to go back and visit but there are many who unfortunately can not do this. The feeling of being here and missing so much and so many down there, really takes over your heart sometimes. But, they have to move on and suck it up; continue with their day at work or whatever it is that now occupies their day. Then when you are down there, you are missing certain things from here. For my family specifically, I think it would just be the FAST showers down there due to the shortage of water or that our street sometimes gets blocked by la música. I can not be anymore blessed and thankful that my parents have worked extremely hard to build and construct a home for my siblings and I in Mexico and in the USA. Not only that, but they have worked extra hard for us to be knowledgeable of certain things that now as an adult have certainly come in handy. Their hard work and dedication for us to be a part of two worlds, two countries, two cultures is a wonderful gift I will treasure and try to pass on to my own children.





