This is a picture of my father, my sisters, and me. My father is very important to me.

I am the youngest of his six daughters. My father wore sunglasses because he lost one eye. In this picture, my father had taken us to the Basilica of our Lady of Guadalupe.

I would see my father every weekend. He would pick us up from the small town my sisters and I lived in by ourselves. During the week, my father stayed in the city, working. My older sisters took care of me because my mother died when I was one year old. 

My father never remarried because he thought about us all the time. He passed away five years ago but will always live in our memories.

– Leopoldina G.

Relationship:  Im/migrant Im/migrant