ESTRADA PINEDO
Date Build: Wed. 10th - Thursday 11th, June 2026
FAMILY INFORMATION
MOTHER: Kitsia
Age: 30 years old
Job: Cook
Salary weekly: $172 US
CHILDREN:
Lourdes - 7 years old
Sofia - 9 years old
Renata - 2 years old
LETTER FROM THE FAMILY:
Dear Homes of Home, I want to thank you for allowing me to come this far in the process, because your work is truly precious. I was born in Sinaloa, and my mother brought me to Tijuana when I was very young. My family situation was very difficult. My father was extremely abusive toward my mother, and he would physically hurt both of us. I was so young that I did not even understand what was happening or know what to do. One day, after my mother ended up in the hospital because of the abuse, she decided to separate from him. We began renting small places to live until my father gave us a piece of land, and that is where I spent much of my life selling burritos, candy, and snacks to survive. I am the oldest of four siblings, and sadly, despite everything I lived through as a child, I ended up in a similar relationship myself. When I became pregnant, the father of my baby gave me chocolates and flowers and promised that eventually we would have a home together and be a family. I accepted because I was afraid of being abandoned. He kept me locked inside the house for three months, and the only thing I had to eat was a box of chocolates he had given me. He would not buy food because he drank heavily, and I normalized his behavior because, compared to my childhood, at least there were no physical beatings. One day, after he became completely drunk, I managed to escape and went to ask my father for help. There, I began to recover and rebuild my life. I worked very hard to make sure my daughter never lacked anything. I was offered a job at a large factory, and there I met a man who seemed to promise me the world. I became pregnant again, and for five years everything seemed perfect. Then he began to change. One day I found drugs in his clothes, and when I confronted him, he hit me. I did not want to go through the same cycle of violence again, so I gathered my things, took my children, and went to live with my mother. For a year we slept in her living room, but eventually we had problems and she asked us to leave. While wandering without a place to go, by the grace of God, He sent me a friend who welcomed us into her home. We slept there for three months until I was finally able to rent a place of our own. The father of my daughters found out where we were living and began showing up. One day he arrived under the influence of drugs, broke doors, screamed horrible things, and tried to hit me, but my daughters stood in front of me to protect me. The owners of the apartments managed to force him out, but I had to pay for all the damages—two years of work lost because of that incident. When my father passed away, he left me a piece of land where we lived for a while, but it was extremely cold for the girls, and during the winter they ended up in the hospital. I eventually returned to live with my mother, but our relationship is not very good, so living this way day after day has been very difficult. Thank you for giving me this opportunity.
