Leading up to the election, my mom thought about going back to Mexico before she could potentially be deported. It wasn't until February that she gathered me and my two siblings for a family meeting to break the news. She knew we would be fine because we're no longer living with her at 32, 29, and 23 years old. But I know she was thinking about her grandkids and the milestones she might miss. We're planning a quinceañera for my daughter in two years. Will she be there for that? Or my niece and nephew's baptisms? All those questions rushed through my head, but mostly, I worried for her safety.
She didn't want to risk staying in the U.S. because her biggest fear is getting detained. My mom is strong, but she has been working all her life and has accumulated injuries, including a bad back and a bad hip. She's also a little bougie, and if she were detained, she'd pretty much be in jail.
I didn't believe it when she told us. She's so Americanized—I couldn't see her going back, but I knew if my mom was going to feel safer and more comfortable in Mexico, then I had to make peace with it. |
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