Although this is an item that has been in the family for more than 30 years, it represents a timeline extended much beyond that of my migration. I purchased the flute from an artisan on a family trip to Mexico City. Then, I had a 3 year old and was also expecting. That trip to Mexico City (then Mexico D. F.) was the first trip back to mexico as an immigrant. I watched my children grow and occasionally pick up the flute to play with it and I couldn't help hating a little part of myself as I knew that they would never get to experience our cultures traditions as I did, although I knew the life that would have been had I not migrated. The best I could do is hope that with the flute, with my memories, I could paint a picture of what it was like growing up in the beautiful country of Mexico and remind them of my origins, and even more so, the origins of our people. 

– Genoveva

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