“I am finally free. Finally free of my home. Free from the limits present in my society. No more superficial judgement From my families’ unreasonable expectations I am not part of a herd anymore. I am me.”

Heritage.

Something I had never touched before, had never wanted to touch before. Was never told was relevant before. By taking myself out of my usual context I obtained the desire to be an outlier instead of being part of the herd. Yet unconsciously I replaced myself within my mother’s nest. I am simply the product of a mishmash of everything. I was asked if we still lived amongst the monkeys After repeatedly mentioning Honduras, I was still constantly asked how Chile, Colombia, Ecuador, Costa Rica, etc., was different from here, how big had been the impact from moving into a different society.
On the same day I was asked if we had to collect drinkable water from the rain.

Asked if back home he had internet access and smart phones.