Here, Marcos Andres and Lucía, my parents along with my little sister Juanita at McArthur Park, a commonly frequented place by many q’anjob’al immigrants in Los Angeles, California. On Sundays, after a short walk we had lunch around this park.

When we finally overcame the language and cultural crisis, we blended as another immigrant family into the daily rush of American life. My dad and older brothers, Andrés (sat on the floor) and Leonardo (green shirt) worked hard in clothing factories to provide us, younger brothers, with the opportunity to attend school. They gave us the greatest opportunity of all: an education.