I was born in Mexico City and I lived there for almost 25 years. The origin of my family is Mexican, Spanish, Greek and British; the religions goes from Catholicism, Judaism to Protestantism.
My family history has always been a puzzle for me so I don’t have a Mexican object or even a tradition to share. I think my parents, my brother and I have done our own understanding of who we are or who we want to be inside all this variety of culture and religion.
The only object that I brought from Mexico besides the basic elements like clothes, shoes, laptop etc. was this blanket that a friend of my parents gave me when I was 3 weeks old, and a few months later my grandmother gave me another one, just like it, so I could sleep at her house because I truly didn't fell sleep without it. Until this day I sleep with one blanket and the other one I leave it in Mexico.
It has become my special object and a part of my history without even realize. During my childhood I “needed” the blanket, the classic kid cliche, but since many years ago it has become a small part of home that I get to carry no matter where I am or how old I am. It has traveled with me all over the world, in all circumstances and finally now it has moved in with me to New York. And now that I´m here I probably feel more Mexican than ever, not that I believe that nationality or origin defines me but on the contrary makes me feel like a part of this "New Yorker Culture" of not completely belong.
– Helena Moreno Brown