Francisco Castellanos: Finishing Strong “I didn’t really meet my dad until I came to the U.S. at the age of six or seven. I know that he visited me while I was in Mexico with my family, but I have no special memories of him when I was a young kid. Meeting him in the U.S., going to San Jose, California to work for a year, and then coming back to Los Angeles, always following the job, one of the things that happened during this time frame was that we lived with my oldest brother Alfredo. In this household, I remember my mom and dad sleeping in one bedroom, my brother Alfredo and his wife and son sleeping in the other bedroom, and my brother Miguel, my sister Maria, myself, and a cousin of mine who had also migrated to the U.S. sleeping in the
