My parents immigrated from Mexico to the United States with little more than determination and hope for a better life. They left their small hometown behind, carrying only a few belongings, but holding tightly to memories of family, celebrations, and the flavors of home. The journey was not easy they faced long days of travel, language barriers, and the uncertainty of starting over in a new country where everything felt unfamiliar. When they arrived, they worked tirelessly, taking any job they could find, sometimes juggling multiple positions just to make ends meet. Despite the exhaustion and challenges, they never let go of their roots. One way they kept our culture alive was through tamales, which my mother and grandmother would prepare together during holidays and special occasions. The process was long and meticulous soaking the corn husks, spreading the masa, carefully adding fillings of meat, beans, or chiles but it was worth it, because the tamales brought our family together and reminded us of the warmth of home. Even in the middle of a new country and a new life, the smell of tamales cooking in the kitchen brought comfort, joy, and a sense of continuity. 

– EM

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