The doll that saved my mother
My mother was given a traditional Guatemalan American Girl sized doll. It was given to her by her grandmother, sadly not too long before she passed away when my mother was 4. This doll turned out to be one of the only things my mother was able to bring with her while crossing the border with her sisters, from Guatemala to New York. Coincidentally this doll turned out to be one of the main reasons my mother named me Rebecca, because this doll was also named Rebecca. I believe that this doll was one of the only things that was keeping my mother from crying from nervousness. Moving to a new country and society can be nerve wrecking and I believe that my mother was a very brave person for being able to do this. Creating new opinions, generations, and a new perspective is very important to an immigrant's dream.
– Rebecca Gomez
Relationship: Child of im/migrant Child of im/migrant