The History

Ingrid

I am from the history, from the stories my mother tells me.

I am from a crowded house with my ancestors’ pictures, The memories.

I am from Xela, where abandoned old dogs search for something to eat.

I am from the traditional food and the warm smell that leaves memories. The memories

The artistic ability that is an unknown trait. Where I share one room with two older sisters. Half Guatemalan Half American

I am from the colorful table cloths and my mother’s prayers. From where I have sixty cousins in another country and where eight people share one small room.

I am from the place where we all pray before we eat and where we visit the Day of the Dead with flowers.

I’m from where everyone is kind and helpful, and where we make tortillas, beans and eggs.

From the time we traveled around the country, the time we went tent camping, And the time we got mosquito bites.

I am from the time where we went to cities and saw the shining office building lights.

I am from the history.