This mug has crossed borders. Touched many lips. Been to two countries. This is the story of the Jarrito. My mother often had small objects  that reminded her of  her home in Mexico, “Sitting in the ranch drinking coffee and eating cookies” the nice mornings spent with her parents, in the hometown of Puebla Mexico . I’d like to think of how I would sit in a chair  drinking hot chocolate instead with my mother. The nice grittiness of the the clay rubbing in my hands while I drink from it. My mother had told me  “ Your sister brought it from Mexico,’’ The Jarrito that holds many liquids is a representation of all the mornings my parents spent together with their family. Many of the houses in Mexico usually  have clay pots and pans with cups to match. When my parents moved to the United States in hopes of a better life they left everything behind. The cup shows our Mexican heritage, our mornings with all of our Mexican dishes living in a nice house they had worked so hard for. Today I use the cup when I want to feel closer to my Mexican heritage. Such as dipping my Pan de Los Reyes in my hot chocolate. Every morning I will use it like they do in Mexico and everyday I will remember my Mexican heritage.

– AF

Relationship:  Child of im/migrant Child of im/migrant