“Remember Where You Came From”
Growing up I was always told these vivid stories about my family. About how they moved mountain ranges and rivers to give me the life I have now. And I never truly understood the significance of their sacrifices, until now.
“Remember where you came from.” A saying that echoed in my home every moment there was an opportunity. To remind me daily, that I had something to live for.
My grandparents came from the lowest class in Mexico. Selling all of their belongings to provide for their children. Working at the hard labored factories and leaving school before ever reaching the 8th grade, thinking of me, yet I still wasn’t a thought. Smuggling their lives across the river, picking the produce that sits in your kitchen, and struggling to fit in with society's standards was all for me.
For me to wake up every morning without a worry in the world. For me to slip on my clean clothing and eat well every meal. For me to go to school and get the education that they never did. For me to one day be successful and pave the way for those after me.
I selfishly live my life, but I will never forget where I came from.
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The notion of remembering where you came from is such an important one that I feel most people forgo too much. It feels like people have too little want to repay the circumstances allotted to them. People who abandon California because they can’t be bothered to make it better or people who choose to leave those who take care of them to die alone.
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