My story is about a food about my culture and that it reminds me of my great grandmother that died. This is the only memory I remember spending time with my great grandmother. My great grandmother and I shared a moment making food with her. The food that me and my grandmother made was called tamale but since my Grandparents on my dad side like to party a little bit more often than my mom side. My great grandmother and my aunts and I started cooking more to give to everyone that came. It was almost enough food to last a week or one week and a half. 
But then after my Great Grandmother travelled back to mexico and after a while we had to cut off contact cause my great grandmother didn't have a cell phone she was more into old school. When she came to visit us again at my grandma’s dad's side we celebrated her birthday. It was fun cause I got to spend more time with her. When she went to Mexico after the party. She didn't come visit us again until I was 12. My great grandmother came to visit us again. I became more and stronger in which I started to help around the house a bit more often. 

– luisICS

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