I'd come sitting down the mountains and we had to cross a river at 2 a.m. I felt as though it almost dragged me away. There were rattlesnakes. We listened to them, but God is great and helped us to come to this country.
Nana’s house was my sanctuary and a sea filled with many loving memories. Her roses in the backyard gave life to the hummingbirds who would stop by and the blackberry tree gave all the grandchildren a mountain to climb.
I want her to be respectful, proud, to advocate for herself, to know where she comes from, to be a good person, to practice empathy, and the list goes on, right…