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My Origin
Where do I come from? Well we all come from somewhere. I was born in a small town, here in in good old U S of A. South to the border, by the Rio Grand. Mission Texas is the town's name. My real parents came from Mexico. My grandmother, it was said - she came from Spain. My grandfather was indian. He fought in the Revolution. Both were on my mother's side. On my father's side, never knew too much, only that the grandmother died kind of young. The grandfather died years later, but I never got to know them. My father left my mom, when I was only three. He never came back. My mother gave away my sisters, than later she gave me. She only kept my brother, maybe she couldn't keep me. I was raised with a nice lady and her husband. I learned to call her mom. That title she had earned and my respect most of all. My parents that raised me were poor, but made sure I had something to eat. My mother made my dresses so that I could go to school. I learned to read and write and enjoyed school very much, but I had to quit at fifteen to help my parents out. Years later I went back and finished my High School. I did not go to college , or mastered in any degree. I am what you might call self taught. For about thirty years I worked with electronics and did my job well. I gained respect from my bosses and high top engineers. My parents taught me good values that have helped me through out life. I am not ashamed of my origin, of Mexican Heritage I came. I am what you would call a TEX. MEX. and I live up to my name... Just a little about myself. Hope you enjoy it. written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
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