In Guatemala, there is a special box in my house. It keeps photos and old objects that belonged to my parents. Plus, it has the only photo that exists of me when I was 2 years old, a moment I barely remember but the photo shows me what it was like in my parents' arms. That's why this box is important to me, because it offers me a glimpse into my childhood and a tangible connection to my Guatemalan roots.
Now that I am in the United States, that box is not with me physically, but rather remains in my country. Although I can't remember that specific moment, the photo provides me with a glimpse of my past, giving me an idea of what I was like as a child and the box keeping family history alive.

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