Buried Memories
An object in my life that carries a special meaning to me is my quince bear. In our tradition it's supposed to symbolize your very last toy since you are turning from a little girl to a woman. It reminds me of when I was younger, a little girl possibly around 5. I would cling to this one bear and never wanted to be away from it. I'm pretty sure my father gave it to me which also symbolizes how close we used to be. I remember I was at home playing with my toys. I heard the door open and I turned to see my father. There he was holding a bear. As soon as I saw him and the bear I ran to him and hugged him. I said “hi dad!”I remember I also greeted him and we were both happy to see eachother we hugged each other. I was very happy to see him and was also happy about the bear. Ever since that day I would always keep it close to me and I wouldn’t even want to let it go just so it could get washed. 
I feel like one of the reasons as to why we were so close was because ever since he was young he would think about how he wanted to start a family. He's told me he would always think about how his family came apart and he said he never wanted that to happen to his family when he grew older.
 But I guess over time we faded away from each other without even realizing.Even though we live in the same home he feels far away. But I suppose that good things don't last forever. My bear reminds me of the happy memories of my family and the strong relationship I used to have with my father.

– Jenedy Chiman

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