#THREAD - Because I am a transparent writer/human/educator/activist:

here in the US, I got attacked by social media trolls blaming me for my mother's death "how do we know you didn't give Covid to your parents" or "its your fault she died, you didn't take care of her."
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Meanwhile, in MX, I got people in my father's rancho, MY rancho - La Pareja, talking mess to my aunt - "parece que se les acabo la mina de oro" = "looks like the gold mine dried out." My mother and my father supported my family in MX.
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Truth be told, if you are a child of immigrants, then you know the story - your family has always wired money home to support family. You are always packing clothes/toys/appliances for family in the other country. You live at Western Union. You know how to convert money.
If you are a child of immigrants, you already know your family isn't just putting a roof on your head, or food at your table, or clothes on your back, THEY ARE DOING IT FOR THE REST OF THE FAMILY IN THE OTHER COUNTRY.
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If your parents are like mine, they travelled "home" to see your gente, to share time with family AND YOU PACKED UP THE CAR AND BROUGHT THINGS FOR FAMILY ALL THE TIME. And you learned what "family" means.

And you learned what sacrifice was about - you learned riqueza
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When my dad told me what his sister told him about the comment about my mother, he had this look on his face - hurt. When he asked about it - his sister said "la gente dice."
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My mom told me about the first time she met my father's family -
"mijo, I grew up in a jacal practically. A shot gun house in South TX, picked cotton & strawberries. I grew up during the tail end of the depression, with no shoes, a rationed life during WWII...
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... I thought I knew what poverty was, mijo. I didn't know what poverty was. Your familia Mendez did. THey lived in adobe houses with dirt floors and tin roofs. They carried water in tin canisters. They lived by lamp light. I went there in 1973."
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My mom said she understood my father at moment. Where his pride was, why he was determined to make it in the US. And decided to make it work.

They would spend every dollar outside of what we needed to live to make sure my family in Mexico had the necessities.
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When I got my job, I started to send money every 3 months AGAINST my parents' wishes. "No mijo, esto no es tu carga." But I've sent my share. And now with her gone, I will do what she used to do. BECAUSE THAT'S MY FAMILY.
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I am angry people speak ill of my mother, referring to her in only financial terms. The bitterness tells them she was nothing more than a sugar mama. Nobody knows how hard they worked; to support two houses. Nobody knows what we sacrificed to make it work.
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