A Childhood Memory That Shaped My Path
When I think about the childhood memories that shaped who I am today, my mind always goes back to Peru those first five years before I came to the U.S. I didn’t grow up in the typical way most people imagine. I was raised by my older sister and her husband, along with their two kids. They also helped raise my brother and my other sister. My siblings were a lot older than me, my brother was 11 and my sister was 16 when I was born—so in many ways, I was the baby of the whole family. What I remember most from those early years is how family-oriented everything was. My sister and her husband took on a huge responsibility by basically raising me while my parents left for the U.S. when I was just one year old. Their goal was to work, save money, and eventually bring all of us over. But during that time, my sister stepped into that mother role so naturally that for a long time, I genuinely thought she was my mom. As I got older, she slowly explained the truth, but the love she showed me neve...