This is my grandmother's home in Mexico.
It is where and around, by which, my mom and her siblings were raised. It is where family meals were made, shared and enjoyed with one another, including passersby. Where rest and sleep was taken. Where plants were grown and nurtured. Where birds were fed. Where goats and cattle were raised and milked. Where dreams came true.
Barriga llena, corazón contento. (Full stomach, happy heart.) — Mexican saying
My childhood was spent there as well; where traditions were continued for me and my siblings. Our meals were always complete, even if it meant beans, eggs, and tortillas (the best!). And, of course, fresh salsita.
Like my mom, my abuela was a compassionate person who worked hard and smart to take her family — my mom and her siblings — from having no permanent home, to having the opportunity to live the Dream, and, by extension, instill in us the same work ethic with compassion as a core pillar.
Muchas gracias Abuela. Y muchas gracias mamá por todo también.
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