The place my father could depend on for some stability was slowly beginning to disappear. My grandfather’s lands meant the world to him and losing them wasn’t an option for my father. The early stages of my life, all my vacations given to me from school were spent in my father’s birthplace. The love my dad had for the lands my grandfather had left him before passing away was obsessive. I remember as a young girl how late my dad would work on the lands. It was close to midnight when my father would walk in dripping in sweat and with a weary face. I didn’t understand why my dad would work so much on this lands until I started growing up. I seen the amount of obstacles my parents were faced with when the bills would come in. Then, after time of confusion, I realized that what my father cultivated were beans and corn. My whole childhood I had been eating what my father would work on from sunrise to midnight. …show more content…
My father’s birthplace only had two light poles and no light where my father’s lands where located at. The workers then gave up on my father. My father didn’t have the opportunity to travel every weekend to Mexico due to his tight budget. The loss of his crops impacted everybody in the family. The beans and corns that my parents would save money on, where now an extra expense for them. Although, my father thought that this was the end for his lands, he did not give