Edit: Sorry, my parents are alive and well. Made it through 6th grade meant their education.
Growing up was wild. Not just because of the age gap between us, but also because of how different my parents are, culturally, socially, and even in how they see the world. Sometimes it honestly felt like we were strangers under the same roof.
But despite all the differences, they’ve always been loving and supportive parents.
My mom is from an indigenous tribe in Central America, where the culture is super traditional and strict. She was completely shunned by her community for marrying my dad. Women in her culture are expected to marry within, take care of the home, and serve the men…very rigid roles.
My dad’s background couldn’t be more different. He’s biracial. His dad came from a poor black family, and his mom—my grandma—was a bougie Irish lady. Somehow, she still found a way to be racist?!
So yeah… my parents were both outcasts in their own worlds, and that shaped a lot of how I grew up. Between their age, the cultural clashes, and the way they were treated by their families, life was definitely anything but typical.
Ask me anything. Life’s been interesting, to say the least.