Seeing them for the first time implanted a strange connection into my memory. I figured that since they were my half-sisters, I would know everything about them or have some immediate attachment to them. Instead, we could barely communicate with each other and had no idea what was going on in each other’s lives. 

Mirza and Mariela Heredia, my two older half-sisters, have lived in Tezonapa, Veracruz, their whole lives. Crossing the Mexico-United States border and heading just over 2,000 miles north, there lived their second family. Roberto Heredia, my dad, had come to the United States, specifically Pennsylvania, at the young age of 28. He left behind his family consisting of five sisters and four brothers, parents, ex-wife and his two children to find better work. He worked as a mushroom picker alongside his fifth brother, barely paying enough to survive alone. Deciding to continue to look for a better future, he turned his journey to Indiana.

“Leaving everything behind was hard, but it was an option to support my family back home,” Roberto Heredia said.

Not long after, he met my mother, who was Gail Robison at the time. He worked for her dad on a farm, eventually leading them to be newlyweds in October of 2007. My two full siblings and I were already born and living in Columbus, Indiana when they got married, not aware of the half-sisters we were related to. 

Our half-sisters did not become a part of our lives until the summer going into my sixth-grade year. My family and I had decided to take a vacation in my dad’s hometown. Before this visit, we had had no communication with them, no texts, Skype calls, or letters. During this trip, all seven of us took a mini-vacation to Cancun, Mexico. That was the first time Mirza and Mariela had ever left their home, and that is when the realization of it all came into play. Everything we did had both the Mexican and the American perspective, which are very different and affected how we got along.

Living in two completely different countries with opposite cultures, beliefs, and the most apparent, languages, made it tough to really get to know each other. They cannot speak any English and, besides our parents, we could not speak any Spanish. It is hard not to be able to have normal conversations with your older sisters, as older sisters are known to be there for advice and to be there to listen to any news happening in your life. 

“It was and still is kinda weird because we can’t talk about everyday things or ask simple questions,” Laura Heredia, my full sister, said. 

Five years ago, when we first went to visit them, the idea of having two older sisters did not really affect me as much. Today I would say that is quite different. Although I do not think about it daily, it creates this sense of curiosity in me. To this day, I do not know a lot about either of them, so there is an unconnected string between us sisters. I hear a lot of bits and pieces of what they are like and what they do, but other than that, I never have asked questions about who they really are. 

Thinking more in-depth into the topic, I realize my younger sister Laura has her older sister, me. She frequently asks for my advice, what she should wear for an event and always has someone to do any activity with. My older sisters, who I could have a chance to do all these things with, live thousands of miles away and have an entirely different life than I do. The thought that I have gone all this time without people who could impact my life significantly brings up another idea that my whole life would be different if the connection was there and strong.

Today my half-sisters living in Mexico do have an impact on my family here. My parents are the reason Mirza went through college and is currently working her dream job as an engineer. We are also helping Mariela get through college right now, as she is majoring in psychology. The city that they live in rarely has job offerings or even jobs to offer, whether that be at stores, business or schools, making it extremely hard to make sure they have enough money at times.

“We send a certain amount of money down each month just to make sure they have what they need,” Roberto Heredia said. “Even if getting to know them is hard, they are still family and need our support.” 

Around the holidays, my family here in Indiana likes to send gift boxes filled with a lot of lotions, perfumes and makeup that they are unable to get in Mexico. In return, my half-sisters make homemade gifts, giving it a sentimental meaning. 

“We have gotten butterflies made out of plaster, notes with pictures, and small things like that. Since we can’t talk to them, this is our way of sort of getting to know each other,” Laura Heredia said. 

As much as we hope that Mirza and Mariela can visit or even possibly live here with us, legal papers and documentation make it next to impossible. All they have ever known is Tezonapa, Veracruz and their immediate family, besides their half-siblings. Wishing life would be different in that sense, knowing what my two full siblings and I know are the best it will get, and that is the reality we have all come to know.