The Day of My Baptism The day of my baptism, my Godparents took me to church. We went to a church called Santo Rosario. It was when I was around 5-7 years old. They dressed me in white dress, so did my brother and sister. After that, the church service started and we all sat down on the benches. I got baptized by my godparents; my sister got baptized by her godparents and so did my brother. He got baptized by his godparents. We lit the candle and went to the priest so he could tell us what to do. Then the priest gave it back to us and I blew the candle. That candle meant a lot to us; first my brother had it then me and after that my sister. We still have the candle, and the next person to have it from my family is my younger sister. My baby brother got baptized by the same candle; we still have it. It  has a Virgin De Guadalupe in the front. This was a special day for me and my family. The people that always supported me was my mom and dad. My real dad left me, so I consider my step dad as my real dad. He has been there for me since I was born. He was there for me when I always needed him. He cares for me and wants the best for me. He was with me on my baptism and still is now. The candle is special to me and my family because we’ve had it since I was young. I decided to write about this because this story means a lot to me, especially the candle with the Virgin De Guadalupe. 

– Jennifer C.

Relationship:  Im/migrant Im/migrant