|Me and my dad around 1970|
'When I was 10 years old, I began working regularly with my family as a migrant farmworker. I'd done it previously, but only on Saturdays, to help them catch up when tornado warnings ended work early or when the patches of weeds were particularly thick. The summer of my fourth grade year, it became my full-time job.'
Read the entire essay at Public Radio International.
I’m thankful to PRI’s Anglilee Shah who read my original post and reached out to me to feature it on PRI.