Personal Narrative: Mora Hernandez Morales Martinez Family

I was borned in a small village call San Bartolome Quialana located in Southeastern Mexico. It is best known for its indigenous peoples and cultures. Here, in San Bartolome Quialana, women proudly cover their heads with multicolored chews and protect their satin dress with their gauze blouse and bib garments, each made with their own hands. The fabric is reserved for the women who also work in the fields. I mostly grew up with my mother Guadalupe,Smirna and Friedy. My brother being 14 years and my sister 12. In San Bartolome Quialana I grew up speaking an indigenous language call Zapoteco. I lived in a bigger house there but didn't have any warm water, nor a shower. Our kitchen didn't have a stove we made our own tortilla in a comal. My

Part 1: My mom is from Guerrero, Mexico. My grandparents are from Guerrero, Mexico. But they currently live in Veracruz, Mexico. My dad is from the Mexican State, Mexico. But I am from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. My mom moved to Milwaukee in April of 1998. From the beaches of Veracruz, Mexico, to the big cities of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She moved here because she wanted to explore new things, to have a huge change in her life. From a rural areas with animals around, to a urban area with traffic everywhere. My mother came here illegally, by the borders, by walking in the hot desserts. My mom moved away from Veracruz, Mexico because she didn’t like the rural areas she was living in. Ever since I was born here, I have never moved from here. What pulled

The first person in my family that was born in Mexico is my dad. His name is Renan Uribe and he’s an excellent dad. Renan Uribe was born on November 12, 1971, in Jalisco, Mexico with his other 11 brothers and sisters. Each of his siblings is unique in their different ways since they all are either blonde with green eyes or blonde with light brown eyes. On the other hand, my dad was very different from them, he has light brown hair and light brown eyes! Uribe’s life was difficult. My dad didn't have an education, therefore, he grew up on the field helping his father, Maximino Uribe, while his mother, Rufina Pelayo, stayed at home watching over her children. When he was an adolescent he worked at a taqueria and played soccer. At age 17, Uribe

My family and I left Mexico before I could even form the words “permanently residing.” After that, my life became a story of disconnection. My childhood was built upon the forceful disconnection of my cultural roots from my life that began with the ripping of the Spanish language from my tongue.

Growing up as a child of two born-and-raised Mexican parents has had a vital, positive impact on my life; it has shaped me into the young, ambitious man I am today. Shortly after I was born, I moved to Nuevo Laredo, Tamaulipas, Mexico, the birthplace of both of my parents and the most of my relatives. I resided in Mexico for seven years; I grew up in a charming town where it was a custom to take a stroll every Saturday evening in Plaza Hidalgo with an elote [Mexican street-food corn on the cob] in your hand.  In 2004, I moved back to the United States to the city I was born in. I have successfully managed to combine both my Mexican and American traditions into one beautiful and unique lifestyle. With the mindset of hoping to make my community proud,

I was born on Friday, January 4, 2002 to Mr. and Mrs. Reynaldo Sepulveda. The first born child of an anchor baby and an immigrant. My parents lived in Monterrey, Mexico for nine months after marriage. I was conceived there. My life would’ve been different if I was born and raised there. When I was about two, I was showing autistic symptoms. My mom was pregnant at the time and if I was diagnosed with autism, I would be sympathetic if she was raising two newborns: A week old girl and a three year old boy. By the time I was in Pre-K, the symptoms were starting to fade

At 18 years old, my mother was dating Marco Antonio Flores and was given a decision to make that changed her life. Her father had found out that she was dating him, and asked her, “La escuela o el novio?” This means that she had to either choose the school or her boyfriend and she chose her boyfriend, who ended up being my father. So, my mom left with my dad to the United States and they ended up having me, Emily Sugey Flores Sevilla. After a couple years my sister was on the way, but my dad had cheated on my mom and she wasn’t going to have it, so she kicked him out the house.

November 5, 2010 we received a call saying my dad was getting released and deported to Mexicali. Our father asked us to go see him there, and of course we said yes. My older siblings were excited while my little brother had no clue what was going on, because he never met his own father before. That night i couldn’t sleep, because of the excitement and happiness i felt. The next day we took off at 6pm in a van. The way there my little brother would ask me questions on how our dad looked like and how he was like. I answered his questions with pride and told him that our dad was a nice man and would always bring a smile to your face when you were down. One question he asked me was “ do you think he would love me and accept me” i was shocked. I answered him saying “ he will never judge you, he never judges his children and will always love you and support you and accept you” i told him. Once we made the trip it was the most

IRIS RIOS: I’m from Mexico and I was 3 years old when I came to the United States….

I was born and raised in Jerez de Garcia Salinas, Zacatecas Mexico in 1996. I acknowledged the fact that both my parents had been able to attend college and worked as professionals because not many of my childhood friends were able to say the same about their parents. My mother had studied biology to become the well-known Bio-pharmaceutical chemist she still is, and my father had studied medicine for a long period of time to become a medical doctor. I felt truly blessed for both my parents, and I felt like my family had come a long way considering how my maternal grandmother was nearly seventy years old and had never learned how to read, write, or even count numbers to ten. However, I learned that life tends to happen and it does so in curious ways. My father currently works at a print-screen factory thanks my uncle, one of his nine siblings. My father has been in the US for as long as my younger brother, Erik, has lived for which is now 12 years. Our parents are still married, yet no longer together.

Coming from Mexico was a difficult transition, but looking back at that memory, it is a reminder that anything is possible. I remember the sun felt like an oven most days. Sweat ran down my back and through my clothes. One summer day I walked to meet my new future,however, I kept thinking and admiring my beautiful country: Mexico. Time passed by quickly From the time I woke until the time I reached the airplane. My feet weakened with pain and excitement. Pain because I was leaving my family behind to find a better future or myself. I knew,the trees, the beautiful flowers: the lilies, the Violets, The marigolds, and the strong yet satisfying smell of el chile. I felt excitement because I would be able to see something new that would become

My parents were both born in Central America. They came to the United States “por tierra” which literally translates to “through land.” This means they did not have the luxury to sit on a plane and were considered aliens as soon as they stepped foot on American soil. In the U.S., they met through mutual friends, hit it off and I was born a year later. December 16, 1996 was the exact day I became my father’s first-born child and my mom’s second baby girl. My mom’s first daughter was born and bred in El Salvador so I didn’t know much about her growing up. About five years later, my younger twin sisters were born in the Fairfax hospital. That’s when we realized our apartment in Colonial Village was too small for all of us. So we packed our things and moved to Manassas Park, this is where I started and finished school. I’ve lived in

In the early 1970’s, before my grandparents met, they both crossed the Mexico border as teens. Given that, some of their family were in America, it made it much

Last year my cousin Ernesto Herrera graduated from Atkinson County High School. When he graduated I was so happy, because he was the first one in our family. And when I walked up to him to give him a hug and as when I hug him I broke down into tears.

I have admired Mexico and it’s culture since I was a seven year-old girl traveling there for the first time. I am so thankful to have had the opportunity to visit Mexico as such a young child, again two years later, and now in five short months I will be traveling there for my honeymoon.