I might not have been born in Laredo, nonetheless it became my home. My mother came here in hopes of giving her family a better than the one she had in San Pedro, Mexico. Growing up with only one parent is not easy for six kids with a mother who never made it past middle school. We made do with what we had and what we had gave through to some significant memories from my childhood. I remember my aunt and mother meeting up to make tamales and champurrado to sell. I can remember the humidity that would come from the giant stockpots and fill the rooms up with its smell. My aunt would kick us out of the house to play every time since we always bothered them through the process. Early in the morning we would leave and sell the food. When we finished
