Growing up with a Colombian abuelita was wildly different from any family I knew. I was raised on stories from a land that felt mythical and far away.
These stories were filled with unimaginable struggle, heartbreak, and an unwavering determination for triumph. Being a first-generation Colombian (dad)-Mexican (mom) American, I grew up hearing endless stories and understood their messages of never giving up despite how hard things get, doing my best in everything I do, and never taking anything in my life for granted.
From birth until age 8, I had been blessed with being raised by an extra parent—a grandmother who taught me what I needed to know—while my parents worked their hardest to provide a life that would give my brother and me endless.Read more on theeverygirl.com