Growing Up To Be First-Generation From Immigrant Parents

A story documenting the history that has gotten me to my present

Let's Get To It

How It Started!

My dad, Jacinto Quevedo, was born in 1969 in Iguala, Mexico. He was the middle child of his two other siblings. However, His mom would take in kids, so there were always others around. With so many to take care for, there was not enough to go around. When he turned 18, he left to the United States to make a future for himself.

My mom, Maria Morales, was born in 1970 in Miacatlan, Mexico. She grew up along side her two brothers and twin sister. Growing up my mom was known for always wanting to go out and dance. Things shifted when her father passed away. Money became tight and her older brother moved to the United States to make money for them. Two years later, my mom followed.

A couple of years into my parents being in the United States, they finally met. They worked at a restaurant together and got to know one another. They ended up getting together and having my older brother and sister, then came me. They have been together for 33 years, which blows my mind.

About me!

Growing up I have always been seen as the baby of the family, because I was the youngest of three. I was always following what my parents and siblings would say because that was what seemed right at the time. However I sooner realized that I didn't want to do what they did, I had different aspirations and goals. This sometimes caused tension because no one could grasp what I wanted to do and why. For example, I wanted to go to an early college high school and my siblings would often tease me, because of how much homework I would get. This was weird to them because they went to traditional low-income high schools where teachers were just trying to get through the day. My parents also questioned this because it was further than my zoned school. However when I soon became closer to graduating high school with my associate's degree it finally clicked for them.

I graduated high school during COVID and that was very hard for me because I was burnt out with online learning. I decided to not attend college following high school and this shocked my parents. They saw how hard I worked in high school to get my associate's degree and couldn't understand why I didn't want to just finish. Decided to move out of my parents house at 18 and that was a lot for them to handle. This isn't common amongst our culture, for them your daughter moves out the house after being married. Being the only child to challenge their ideals has been hard but they are slowly realizing things are changing for the better

After a year I decided to attend Texas State University to get my master's degree. This made my parents really happy to see me continue and meant that someone in our family would attend college. Texas State has a high Hispanic population which made me really happy to see. I am able to attend an institution with others like me. The first-generation students here are really proud to be here which made me proud in myself too. Being able to see my professors also being first-generation assured me I was in the right place. I can't wait to see what the future holds for me and what I can do for my family


Going to Mexico has been something I have always wanted since I was little. My brother was baptized there, and my sister got to go at 13 years old. However, when it came to my turn my parents have always been very hesitant. They explained to me how it had changed a lot since my siblings went that it was too much of a safety risk to send me. My main reason for me wanting to go is to meet my grandma and relatives. Sadly, my grandma passed away and I didn't get the chance to meet her. However, there always stayed the feeling of wanting to go. Luckily, the summer before college started, my mom surprised me with tickets to go with my uncle and their family. The timing couldn't have been better

Being able to go on this trip healed a lot for me. I was always curious what the house my mom grew up in looked like. I would often go on google maps to catch a glimpse, but nothing beats the real thing. The street my mom was raised on is just filled with my aunts and cousins. I never was use to that being our family here isn't that big. I was able to go out with my aunt to go to the market or pick my cousins up from school. I also had the chance to visit my grandma's grave which I not only did for myself but for my mom.

Getting to meet my family in Mexico and having the chance to tell them I was going to college was so endearing. Everyone was so happy and couldn't even imagine what that would entail. I became more confident in who I was and where I came from. Getting to know what features and characteristics run in the family that I got. In addition, being able to see a new country and the beauties that come along with it.


I have shared my experience with being first-generation, and there are many other student with similar stories to mine. I decide to interview another student to get their perspective and see what it's like for them.

Final Thoughts!

Overall, Being first-generation has made me really proud of who I am and how I carry myself. I have been able to prove that my family can make it work.