A Parent's Tale

My interviewee is a second generation immigrant with one parent who was born in El Salvador and the other who has Mexican roots but was born in the United States. For the purposes of confidentiality my interviewee will be addressed as Ana from here on out. In this interview paper I will discuss the experiences that Ana faced growing up in a tri-racial household. I will also evaluate her experiences regarding assimilation to the lectures and reading assigned through out this course.

I spent most of the morning stuck in my thoughts, why was I not grieving my parent's death? Why had I never noticed I was supernatural? Dominating most of my thoughts, did I have feelings for Jordan, my brother's best friend?

On April 23rd, 2017, I was suppose be observer Crystal (Mother) and Chance (infant) Mackey for last two hours from 4pm to 6pm. During these two hours, I have to observe the Parent and Child relationship and interactions. On this day Chance’s guardian Shasta Epps picked him one hour early at 5pm. I called the on-call coordinator and informed them of the situation. Services were shortened; because I was no longer able observe to Ms. Mackey and Chance interactions, as a result of Ms. Epps picking Chance up

My son is a software professional with a master's degree in USA (computer Science 2010 to 2012) and he has been working in private sector Texas from last 4+ years. currently he is in Hyderabad for project work for four months and We come from an upper middle class, nuclear family background with traditional values.

Steven was a 16 year old boy. He had the same skater haircut, love of music, & flannels over T-shirts that all the boys with that style wore in 1994.

"No buts, son. What I say goes, and I said no! "Howie was yelling now.

It was a good story, but that night I was scared shitless that he might die and his collapse made me think how my parents might feel if I died.

I was so scared, I was about to walk down the aisle for my mom’s wedding. September 9,2017, I felt so pretty with my long rose colored dress with my makeup and my rose colored nail polish. Holding flowers and a ring box, it was a little hard but I did it! Ok, here I go everyone was clapping and I was nervous, then I got to the end of the aisle and “plop” the top of the ring box fell ugh I was so mad I couldn't even get it because I had so much in my hand I had to go back for it, so I turned around and got the top and stood in my place.

“Ya son las Cinco y media,” is what my dad would say to me everyday during summer. We would go up to Redlands to this avocado groove to pick avocados. Under the big, tall, leafy trees we would work until our bodies couldn't take it anymore and needed a break. We would work under the hot scorching sun, our faces dripping in sweat until 3:30. I would always get home tired knowing the same thing was waiting for me the next day.

"Victoria! Don't forget to pack, it's your dads weekend." My mom shouted across the hallway in our house. My parents have been divorced since before I was born so every time my father was in town I'd visit him. When I was younger, I would always ask my dad if I could spend the night at my cousins house since they were from his side of his family and that was the only time I could see them. Afterwards it became a routine going over to their house, little by little I hated going there but I was left in silence. One night, my cousin Emily went out with her friends and I was left to sleep alone in her room. As I was slowly falling asleep, I heard the door creek open and quietly shut closed... I quickly awaken, my heart beats as if it is about to pop out of my chest, I weep as movements get closer and he says "shhh.." There he was, beside me gliding his fingers down my belly to places his hands shouldn't be.

“Prove them wrong” When I was in fourth grade my dad and brother and I were playing basketball at our house, to help my brother practice. I had never played basketball except against my brother, Brayden. My dad would always be our referee and it was a lot of fun. Even though I never beat Brayden. Brayden didn’t think I was very good, and he would have to play easy on me instead of playing as well as he could have played. It really annoyed me I wanted to be as good as him or better because I wanted to actually have a chance to be better than him at one sport.

I’m doing wonderful in the big house we live in in California. Its amazing. Tommy acts like a dad to me and sometimes I catch myself calling him dad. When I do he seems to glow brighter and it makes me smile knowing I’m making him happy. I smile all the time now these days.

As a parent who raised two children and suffered through those awkward teen years never being able to come up with enough ideas to do on weekends and during the summer to keep the kids out of trouble on the streets, I am empathic with families trying to keep kids off the streets. I have worked with non-profit organizations on grant writing projects, fund raising and memorandums of understanding with the city and local authorities, my experience with these scenarios will help me to expedite the projects from start to finish.

“Push, push, push! You almost got it.” I could remember like it was yesterday popping out a new born baby and seeing what happens next. My son came into this world with being a crybaby and spoiled as by his grandmother. My son became a big part in my life: Thinking about him before I think about someone else. Becoming a beautiful mother with grey hairs arriving before I met my mid-twenties. Even going to the laundromat because we had so many clothes we had to make two trips. Maybe being a first-time mother it's more to think about and deciding if it's the right thing to do. Becoming a mother wasn't easy, I wanted my son to have the world so, I made my decision of trying to be the best parent every for my son and that's when he became a mommy’s boy.

All of the counselors started to clap and cheer for him. As Joey got up I could see his cheeks turn red like he truly felt like he belonged. He won the dance competition and that night the other counselors and I took him out for dinner. For dessert we took him to get ice cream and after that we went to the movies. During the movie it got boring