Josefina, José to Us
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Josefina, José to Us
Silicon Valley Debug, Commentary, Melissa Vargas, Posted: Mar 30, 2010
They say that family is not the one you share blood with, but the one who would give their last drop to save your life. I agree. Josefina Esquerra Aviles was not a blood relative, but that wouldn’t have made us any closer than we were. Josefina or, as I called her, José, met my grandmother for the first time in the San Diego jail in 1986. They became the best of friends. When my grandma got out, José promised to look for her when she got out. They were inseparable ever since.
Josefina or, as I called her, José My grandparents got divorced, so my grandma was a single mother of six children, including my mom. Thanks to José, my aunts and uncles and, most importantly, my mother, had the father figure they lacked growing up. Josefina and my grandma raised the six of them in Tijuana in Baja California. Josefina loved them as if they were her own. From doctor’s appointments, parties, days at the park, to my first day of school, José never left my side. For as long as I can remember, she was the one who stood by me day and night, rain or shine. José attended my school events, she potty trained me and scolded me when I would act out. José was the one who taught me right from wrong, she taught me blue and red, yes and no, hot and cold. José taught me to love but not hate. She taught me to like those who disliked me, and to even love those who said they hated me, because those were the ones who were in desperate need of it.
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Silicon Valley Debug, Commentary, Melissa Vargas, Posted: Mar 30, 2010
They say that family is not the one you share blood with, but the one who would give their last drop to save your life. I agree. Josefina Esquerra Aviles was not a blood relative, but that wouldn’t have made us any closer than we were. Josefina or, as I called her, José, met my grandmother for the first time in the San Diego jail in 1986. They became the best of friends. When my grandma got out, José promised to look for her when she got out. They were inseparable ever since.
Josefina or, as I called her, José My grandparents got divorced, so my grandma was a single mother of six children, including my mom. Thanks to José, my aunts and uncles and, most importantly, my mother, had the father figure they lacked growing up. Josefina and my grandma raised the six of them in Tijuana in Baja California. Josefina loved them as if they were her own. From doctor’s appointments, parties, days at the park, to my first day of school, José never left my side. For as long as I can remember, she was the one who stood by me day and night, rain or shine. José attended my school events, she potty trained me and scolded me when I would act out. José was the one who taught me right from wrong, she taught me blue and red, yes and no, hot and cold. José taught me to love but not hate. She taught me to like those who disliked me, and to even love those who said they hated me, because those were the ones who were in desperate need of it.
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