i finally told my father yesterday.
“daddy, do you remember when i was little and i asked you why you left mexico to come to the united states you said it was because you just knew your life was here in the north?”
“yes, i do.”
“well that’s how i feel. except my impulse is to the south. i know my life is in mexico. i want to move back home when i graduate. i felt like i walked into my life when i was down there, and since i’ve been back it’s only been put on hold.”
it went surprisingly well. now i just have to tell my mother.
