Abuelitas house…where my mom and her 6 siblings lived before coming to the u.s
The closets and drawers still full of their belongings and the walls filled with memories..even found my abuelitos old aprons from when he had his panadería. Walking in here for the first time felt like home.🤍
A letter from my aunt to my mom , valentine’s day ‘98.
….I love looking at old photos of my family it makes me feel nostalgic even though I wasn’t there to experience it.
The thought of how much they sacrificed for the ‘american dream’ weighs heavy on my mind. I think about the loved ones they had to leave behind not knowing when or if they’d ever see them again but most of all the versions of themselves they lost along the way. Perhaps that’s why I cherish these photos so much they’re glimpses of who they once were.
I love you and I’m never gonna stop missing you.
We were always there for each other through all of the stages of our lives..through all of the changes you were always a constant in my life.. something that always felt permanent and I can’t imagine not having you through the ones to come. You’re in my heart forever and I hope you can feel my love and everyone else’s from where you are now.🤍
