Contemplating my life and its ups and downs, I now know that there are countless things that a child should not witness. Because of this I was subconsciously influenced by these incidents without realizing what would happen next. Then I began to think about the consequences of these events, as if I were trying to predict the outcome before it happened. Since I was a teenager I was given everything. Even though I wasn't entirely coherent about the life I led, I was still a pretty smart kid. This helped me as I grew up to define my mindset about what is correct and what is not. Life is not deterministic, but we determine our existence based on the value we perceive in our choices and how we act after recognizing that to get where we have gone, our requirements are incentives, enormous effort and willpower. My father came from a prosperous family, and so did my mother. I assume that's when I came to this family portrait and things were more than fine. If I really try to remember, I can imagine the magnificent residence my grandparents (my father's parents) had in Mexico City. What I mainly remember are the huge warehouses they had downtown, and the semi-trailers lined up waiting to be loaded with melons and watermelons. The truck loaders with their buddies yelling "watch your feet" were famous for running into back-to-back people, some of them as young as I was at the time, I was about eight or nine. The smell of the dry wooden crates nailed together and the smell of the melons is what stands out the most, together with the stench of the bins left outside the warehouse, where all the crushed and rotting products were disposed of... ... . middle of paper ...... pulling without having a clear vision of what would happen or where it might lead us all. Looking back, we couldn't have lasted in a place where the culture looks down on the working class, and especially the working woman trying to make her way as a single mother. In my mother's mind she had to understand the challenges. He must have recognized that it had been a tough journey, tougher than anyone should have been. My mother had to overcome every obstacle that came her way. Without any assistance from her husband, without sustainable income and without help, she performed one of the most daring and unbearable maneuvers possible. She knew how vital it was to ensure a better life for herself and, above all, for her children, even when no one had any faith in her. It's hard to do the right thing, but it's not unattainable. try telling that to my mom.