Carmen Mendoza Tintaya,
My parents are from a remote village in Arequipa Peru, where only until 2006 accessible roads were built. Now with both my parents gone, I find myself looking for my identity and looking towards that little village. I haven’t made the trip yet.
I moved to the US when I was young with no appreciation for my heritage. I wish I could have asked my parents to teach me Quechua — their first language — now I feel that I don’t have a past. I need to find my history.