Folklore In My Roots Analysis

The Folklore in My Roots My state is located in the middle west of the Mexican Republic, where the ocean breeze of the Pacific touches the east border and the green, leafy forest covers a vast amount of the south and north side of the state. I am talking about Jalisco, world famous for its tequila that tastes strong and burns your throat, where mariachi gives you the feeling of happiness and unity and the diversity of natural places encourages exploration. This is part of Jalisco, which at the same time is part of my roots, the foundation of the person I am in nowadays. Going back to my childhood, where nature used to give a warm, soft and charming morning greetings and the mountains around my little town were cover by the sleepy clouds that often …show more content…
When I was a kid, I used to spend gray birthdays, sad school graduations and lonely days. My dad was working as a landscaper in the United States, all because he wanted to give us a better life. From the last breeze of the cold winter in February until the middle of the warm, scorching summer, my dad was not at home. The communication between my father and I was only by the phone during half of the year. Our ears and voices were always ready to hear something new about each other to keep building the loop of father and son. The distance between my father and I seemed to be farther than the distance between the earth and the sun, but closer like one eye next to the other. I needed my dad during my childhood, but my mom took responsibility in the issue. She dedicated herself to be mother and father at the same time while my dad was perusing a better life for his family. When my mother was by herself, she was taking care of my little brother and me. My mom’s compassion and kindness was strong enough to build a bridge between my father, my bother and I, addressing mile of land to limbo and working hard to keep the family