when my grandma was a little girl, her mom struggled to provide for her sisters and brothers. she was the youngest one and the only one to realize. Her father had a lot of pieces of wood in the backyard. My grandma saw this as a chance to help her mom. She made a lot of pylons in her backyard. Her mom wouldn't know what she was doing and why she was doing it because she was always working. Her siblings would always make fun of her for doing this not know she was doing it for them.she did this for over 2 years every time she would get money she would go to the colmado (store) to get food for the house her mom ended ended up finding out about it she was so grateful that she had someone who noticed her struggles. her mom ended up making her, her favorite food mofongo. You needed to use a pylon to smash the plantains into shape. When I was about 8 years old my grandma made mofongo for me and my sister. i asked her who taught her how to make mofongo and she told me the story about her and her mom. When I tried the mofongo it turned into my new favorite food because of the taste and the story behind it.

Place(s): Dominican Republic

– Yamilex

Relationship:  Grandchild of im/migrant Grandchild of im/migrant