In the poem, I started with the question “¿Mamá, estás llorando?”, which means “Mama, are you crying?” in English. During the interview with my mother, she told me one of the only memories of their immigration was that she remembered asking my grandmother if she was crying. At the time of their immigration to America, my mother was only nine years-old, and didn’t realize what was going on. As they drove for eight days to this new country, my grandmother stated that she told her daughter she was crying for a number of reasons, including not seeing her family for a long time. Once they reached America, they stayed illegally for years until they became residents, then finally citizens. During their stay for those years, my grandmother was constantly
