#I’ve been visiting Mexico City since I was a kid bc my grandma lives there but I never fully understood the history of the city

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Everyone thinks I’m just this little nice girl like my ancestors aren’t from Mexico City!?

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Every year I mourn the fact that my parents won’t let me celebrate día de los muertos. It makes me more sad that they think it’s an “ugly” holiday even though they grew up in Mexico City.

I know a lot of immigrant kids feel disconnected from their culture, which I don’t really feel most of the time, but I do feel disconnected from my family bc they live so far away and I wasn’t able to have the same relationships with my grandma or aunts and uncles that my cousins have.

I also feel like doing an altar and remembering ppl my parents have lost, is like a way of healing from things or a way to start having conversations about painful things we’ve been through since so many things are often swept under the rug or dismissed in my family.

Idk if it’s bc I haven’t seen the celebration in Mexico bc I’ve never visited during this time of year, but creating an altar seems like an act of care to me, and not getting to celebrate it feels like another example of the lack of care or sense of community in my family.