When I came over from Mexico, we didn't have much. From Mexico, I brought with me memories. They mean a lot to me, because they are all of my family and the good times we had together. I think of home when I see them. There was one time that
I remember from Mother's Day, when I sent my mom flowers from work. I was at work, and a man I worked with took a break to drive the flowers to her. When I called my mom to see if she had gotten them, she cried with joy. She told me thank you over and over. It does not matter that I had no material object that I kept, because my memories are so much more precious.
Maria Yuliana Guerrero, born in Mexico [no object, only memories]