Motherland
Personal Essay
Nov 24, 2021
Many years ago, my mother shows me photos of her home in Guadalajara, México. Mementos of a life I never lived uncurl between her hands.
“This is the pueblo I knew before coming to California,” she says while holding rustic colors and strange architectures. “I inherited a home here. If God wishes, maybe this will be yours one day.”
“But what would I do with your home?” I ask my mother, uncertain of this home outside my homeland.
“Appreciate it,” she answers. “What else is there to do?”
Originally written on December 27, 2019.