Mexican Heritage Narrative

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When I was eight years old, I visited my family’s town for the first time; I walked the dirt roads with my cousin talking about the North. As I walked with her I felt the stares, it was obvious I was not from there, a foreigner. In my own culture I was seen different, I was a Chicana, an American with Mexican heritage. They could tell us apart by the clothing I wore compared to my cousin’s tattered jeans and stained white t-shirt, it was obvious. I came from the American privilege, I did not know how to make a tortilla, I did not struggle, and compared to them my simple home was a mansion. The difference to this day surprises me; at that age I knew my privilege. For many years I felt lost but with the help of my family and experiences, I was shown that identifying, as a Hispanic was important to my identity. …show more content…

For them being Mexican is a source of great pride, they are proud of their country and they love where they come from. I was born in the US they felt I was too Americanized, they urged me to accept my heritage but I was young and confused. My family helped me see how rich my culture was during my trip to Mexico. As I sat there with my extended family, laughing about the stories about my parents back when they were my age, I saw that by not embracing my culture, I was also not embracing my family. My parents taught these values to me, just like they were taught in their youth. My values are a very defining part of my personality, they help me decipher from what is right and what is wrong. They teach me what it means to be a person who not only is proud of their culture but also has a good system of

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