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I was born on the border, right before my mother went across. On this side she got a job and she got amnesty and I grew up with the other kids of maids and the like. At fifteen I was rescued by a school counselor who placed me with a family, sort of informally adopted. I went to a Catholic high school and then onto college. I have been working professionally for five years.

I do not get along with any of my growing up friends. I am not stuck up but the truth is that I can’t put up with the way they live. I helped my mother buy a small house but she won’t leave the neighborhood and her women friends. She has a washer and dryer but she still walks to the laundromat with her clothes. I know that I have to be the girl in the mirror, the one with an education and a career and I am not a maid’s daughter anymore.

A professional man wants me to marry him and move with him Raleigh where he is being transferred. There I will have a American last name and since I go by Katie I can get past being totally poor Hispanic. I hate to leave my mother but she won’t change.

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