There is something about about growing up working-poor that I learned to live with and that is, I learned to create a distance between our socio-economic status in life and us. Today I write about having grown up working-poor and mi papi gets really defensive because he feels like I am saying that he did not do a good job as a provider, which is not at all what I intend to comment on when I write. I write about growing up working-poor because there is something to be said about a society that allows children to go hungry, section 8 housing to have years-long waitlists, and the money-related stresses that are conducive to poor health that I think is a social problem and not an individual problem.