Weight of inheritance

Been sitting here for two hours now, going through everything Abuela Rosa gave me.

Weight of inheritance

Not just recipes - this whole system she created. Stories written in the margins, notes about which spices matter most, even little drawings showing how to fold the empanadas just right.

It hits different when you realize someone trusted you with their entire family history. Like, this isn’t just about knowing how to make mole anymore. These cards represent four generations of women figuring out how to feed their families, how to keep traditions alive even when everything else was changing.

The careful sorting process

Jake keeps asking if I’m okay because I’ve been unusually quiet today. How do you explain that you just became the official keeper of something that feels way bigger than you? That suddenly you’re responsible for making sure these stories don’t get lost?

Guess this is what growing up really looks like. Not the apartment or the career stuff - but the moment when your family looks at you and decides you’re ready to carry something forward.