11 February 2011
It’s All about Family
Growing up in a close family unit has impacted the person I am today. My parents are immigrants from Mexico who moved to the United States with the hopes of a brighter future for my sister and me. I can still remember what fills my memories with happiness and sorrow. Many times I have been ashamed to talk about my childhood of poverty because for most people living in my community even the bare necessities were hard to afford. Many of the families in my community started with nothing and worked countless hours to have something. In my eyes, they have defined success. In Mexican culture the expectation of working and socializing together is a key component of society, and has a basis in the strong ties formed within the family. I have always felt close to my family, and connections with my friends and neighbors. We all shared the same ethnicity, culture and heritage.
My memories still take me back to those days living in that small crowded house on Fitzgerald St. All the houses in the neighborhood were built close to one another; they were all different and varied distinctly in color. Even though all the run down looking houses looked abandoned, they were full of joy and laughter. Mexican culture is known for the unified nature of the family. I was part of a family of four, but we shared our home with my uncle and his family of four. My single aunts and uncles also seemed to live there in seasons, always coming and going. My grandparents occasionally stayed with us too. It was a busy household, and common to have different generations living together in my culture. The only peace and quiet I ever got was around three and four in the morning, some kind of movement was always going on. The house wasn’t that big, but roomy enough to put a roof over all our heads.
My community felt like a Mexican village where all the roads where closely connected and my...