It’s odd, when I was a kid my mother would let me travel around Tijuana on public transportation by myself. My father opened a restaurant right in downtown and me and my brothers worked there from around ages 11-14, busing tables and delivering food. This is a city some adults are afraid to go to and here I was, unsupervised for hours on end like it was nothing.
But now, my mother tells me that things are more dangerous than they ever were, and to basically never let Tachin Jr. out of my sight for one second, and yes, I frequently need to tell her that those facebook posts she tells me about are probably fake. Now, moms advice has gotten me through some tough times and helped me make the right choices when it was critical I do so, so when Mrs. Tachin, who is a little bit more helicoptery than me pushes it a little more than I’m comfortable with, I don’t fight it too hard. But it’s still hard to reconcile.
Ain’t that the truth. 
