The St.Jude

Relationship: Child of im/migrant
A picture is worth a thousand words
A picture is worth a thousand words

Before I was born, my grandmother prayed for me from a saint called: San Judas Tadeo or St. Jude so that I was born healthy.  She always told me anecdotes about him, how much he helped her, when she looked at him and things about grandmothers.  One day I woke up it was my 11th birthday and she gave me a chain and told me that one part was missing and that part she would give me when she died because she felt the chain would take care of you and take care of me. Years passed and a few months ago my grandmother passed away and gave me the other part was St. Jude and he told me that now it was his turn and I trust the chain so much that I don't feel alone most of the time I feel a winged energy as if it were her. And it has become something important in my daily life, that when I have a child I will give it to him as something important in my life and that's the story of a grandmother who had nothing to give me, but always had something to take care of me. I would be happy if you had met her, the world was not so bad when she was with me.

Place(s): Mexico,Puebla
Year: 1992

– B.D

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