Memories of the cold, frigid nights of my childhood consistently return to the back of my mind occasionally. Yet, through the flashbacks, present was the soft, red blanket with the polka dots that warmed my soul through the chilliest nights. These early mornings are a core memory of my childhood. A newly-migrated immigrant, my mom worked long hours to make money to provide. Working in the early morning, she needed to take her kids to a babysitter to accommodate her early work hours. Her top priority was to make sure we were under care; so even before the peak of dawn, I would find myself in a near-stranger’s inflatable mattress.Yet; through those recollections, this red blanket was present and kept me warm, even in the coldest winter mornings. Though, this blanket was not always mine. Migrating from Oaxaca, Mexico, my mom and sister struggled to live in a country that did not provide initial headstarts. In pursuit of a better and safer life in the United States, they initially immigrated to Arizona before moving to Las Vegas to live with my uncle. My mom also had many family issues back home and was a critical reason as to why she decided to leave. After living in the United States for a couple of years, my mom bought this red blanket for my older sister, as a gift when she was a child. 
This blanket kept me warm during difficult times and is kept in good condition by my sister.

– Kevin

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