Gabriel Garcia Marquez Analysis

Emigrating from my native country Colombia, and assimilating to American culture changed my life drastically. Being raised across seas, I began to differentiate myself from the rest of my family. I would be the first to learn a second language, not drop out of high school, and have prospects of going to college. Living amidst a society constantly seeking to label and group anything, has its flaws. One might question if it is easier to succumb to the labels of your friends and family rather than feeling lost or misplaced in societies categorizations. The lack of knowledge I had on Colombian customs was frightening to my parents. They knew it was inevitable for a separation to occur from my birthplace, but no action was taken. Subsequently, my family stripped me of my Latino identity and accused me of not being apart of the community. I had emerged myself too profoundly in American society and would no longer be socially considered Colombian, from their perspectives. Hence, an internal identity crisis began. Where would I fall in the spectrum of my cultural identity?
My Colombian heritage runs thick and far into my being to ever conform to any type of ethnic rejection. Halting the generations of hard work and the immense influence passed down to me is not an option. In this world where genetic diversity

Discussing his literary merits with my grandpa formed an everlasting connection that crossed borders and time itself. Even updating my aunts on the recent installment of Ugly Betty tied me back to my culture much deeper than ever imagined. In this manner, I was capable of participating in the culture I longed be involved in. Proving to people in my shoes, and above all myself, identity is what you make of it no matter if it is denied from you. To flourish from this circumstance, you must adapt and create your own unique