The object that I chose is a rosary. This rosary is the only memory that I have from when I visited Mexico. It was given to me by my family members from my mom's side of the family, while I was in Mexico which was 2004 – 2007. When my family got the rosary, they wanted me to wear it even after I reached my maximum height, so they bought it a couple sizes bigger. You may be wondering about why I'm just writing about a rosary and my family, but that’s just the icing on the cake. This rosary is the last thing my grandfather gave me (since he paid the most out of all my family members), and he won’t be able to give me anything else since he’s deceased and the last time I saw him was when I was five years old.  I always wear my Rosary and the reason for that is that I feel like he’s still here with me, watching me, protecting me.  Although I may never see him again, I will always treasure this in his memory and of those I have lost recently. 

– Jose S

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