My story starts in Guatemala City, Guatemala.  I was born and was adopted when I was eight months old.  I was adopting into the most loving, and welcoming family I could've ever imagined.  Sadly, when I was two, my adopted dad passed away to cancer.  I believe that losing him physically brought the family closer.  Now we spend every second we can together, to cherish the time we have with one another because we learned first hand how fast things can change.  As far as traditions go, we don't really have any.  Only "traditions" I can think of would be eating at the same table in a restaurant when the 15 of us are all together.

– NM

Relationship:  Im/migrant Im/migrant