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In these gatherings, the matriarchs rule. Watching your grandmother, mother, and aunts navigate the kitchen and the household teaches you early lessons about female strength. They are the backbone of the community—managing finances, preserving traditions, and offering fierce, unconditional love.

The church bells ring, but half the town is already at the market. I hold my father’s calloused hand. We walk past pyramids of lulos , marañones , and curuba . A woman with gold front teeth yells, “ Mamey, mamey, pa’l amor de Dios! ” At 10:00 AM: My cousin steps on my white zapatos escolares during a game of escondidas (hide and seek) behind the church. I cry. She offers me a bocadillo (guava paste) wrapped in a dried leaf. I stop crying. At 2:00 PM: The whole family gathers for bandeja paisa —beans, rice, chicharrón, morcilla , plantain, avocado, and a fried egg looking up at the sky. The adults drink club Colombia beer. The children drink Colombiana soda. There is no such thing as “kid food.” At 7:00 PM: My great-uncle pulls out a worn tiple (small Andean guitar). My great-aunt yells, “ Ay, no otra vez el mismo vals !” But she sings anyway. We all do. as a little girl growing up in colombia

As a Little Girl Growing Up in Colombia: A Journey Through Color, Culture, and Resilience In these gatherings, the matriarchs rule

And when they ask me what it was like—the danger, the poverty, the violencia —I tell them the truth. The church bells ring, but half the town

Cultural differences: what is a typical Colombian family like?