Relationship: Child of im/migrant

 When I was young, I would wake up to my mom making breakfast for me and my family. I would get up from the bed and smell the rich scent of picaditas in my nose. I would go to the kitchen and see my mom cooking picaditas for my family and me. She would add queso fresco, cream, and make handmade tortillas. She would bring to the table and serve it for us. I would add some salsa before I ate it. When I take a bite, I would feel the warm cheese go into my mouth. The warm cheese and cream would cover my mouth with delight while I ate it. All that warm food would go down my throat and reach my stomach which would leave me craving more. Eating picaditas with my family is something that is close to my childhood because we would eat it together in the mornings. 

Place(s): Mexico, Washington state

– AA

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