![]() Her father was “a maintenance worker with a third-grade education spoke little English” (4). Where she ends up is far, far away – and not just in terms of physical distance. One of her grandmothers grew up in Iguala, spent her whole life there, and died there, never once in her life having seen the ocean (227). ![]() Grande writes about “the shacks, the dirt roads, the crumbling houses, the trash – the grinding poverty” (46) and a childhood where “for the most part, my siblings and I were dressed in rags, wore cheap plastic sandals, had lice and tapeworms, and ate nothing but beans and tortillas every day” (15). “I had been born in a little shack of sticks and cardboard in my hometown of Iguala, Guerrero,” she writes, “a city only three hours from glittery Acapulco and the bustling metropolis of Mexico City” (14). Grande was born in Iguala, Mexico, in the state of Guerrero she describes, especially early on, what it was like to grow up in this poverty-stricken city, located on Mexico’s Federal Highway 95, about halfway between the coastal town of Acapulco and the capital, Mexico City. ![]() A Dream Called Home: A Memoir by Reyna Grande ![]()
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