Opening my eyes, I heard mom’s busy steps getting ready to leave for work. Then, I realized that my mom is going to leave soon. I grabbed her legs and did not let her go. As soon as I started crying, she kept comforting and hugging me. My dad and my sister tried to separate me from mom, so she could leave.
It wasn’t until I was walking up the stairs to the apartment that I realized what time it was and how long i’d been gone. What was I going to say when I walked in “Oh sorry, some people showed up and I broke my hand but they got meded magically back together!” their was no way out of trouble I’d get in trouble no matter what. I knocked on the door and not even two seconds later the dor opened up. It was my mom her eyes big and red and my brother standing behind her looking really furious.
‘’RR’’ I bounced on the old rusty trampoline, preparing myself to flip over and do a tuck. I looked at the camera I had set up to record myself, I had sworn I was doing it wrong and I needed to see what I was doing. I soon later found out I was doing it REALLY wrong. I take a deep breathe even though I've done this so many times before, I then do the actual flip.
As I walked into the Walgreens, I slammed to a stop. " And what are you doing here" My mom stood next to the cashier, tapping her foot with her arms crossed. She looked mad, but I wasn 't going to give up now. I was in the right, not her.
As a member of the LGBT community, I see America through the eyes of someone who has had to struggle to gain acceptance from others and themselves. When you are gay or transgender not everyone is going to accept or understand you, but you have a chance to be who you are because in America you can build your own path. To me, Americans are like phoenixes; we can rise from the ashes of our pasts, and build ourselves up creating our own sense of liberty and freedom. I grew up in a traditional Christian household, so I was very sheltered as a child. When it came to anything the church thought was a sin, I was never told about it, so I didn’t know what being gay meant until I was 12 years old.
My cultural identity My culture differs from my parents because of they were raised and where they lived and how they ate and how they acted. How they were raised kinda game gave them an idea of how they wanted to raise their children. Where they lived could have helped influence where they wanted to live in the future for their cultural identity sake. My mom is hispanic so how she ate when she was a child is different from how she eats now , because of differnert things .
I am a twenty three year old American citizen with a Latino racial background. I grew up in a Hispanic community all my life where my neighborhood lacked racial diversity. I attended church where the custom language spoken during service was in Spanish. Local Hispanic neighbors owned the stores we shopped at and the food courts we ate at. To say the least, I felt comfortable in my neighborhood.
In late fall 2011 I had begun to settle down. I was very familiar with my new school; I had built up a great reason repeoine with my teachers, I did not quite connect with my old friends, but I had met new ones. Everything was going well except my family life. I went to school one day at 7:15a.m. arrived at home at 3:00p.m.
Growing up in America and having a parent from another country comes with many perks and stories. In case you haven't read the title or wondering which parent is from another country; My father is from a small island in Central America named Belize. To give you the brief history about Belize, Belize first inhabitants were the Mayans from the beginning of time until the fourteenth century due to them mysteriously declining in population. The Mayans had a huge roll in the Central American countries. This due to the fact that they developed the idea of hieroglyphics, which back then was the only fully known writing system of the pre-Columbian Americas-as well as for its mathematics, astronomical system, art, calendar, and architecture.
Some of my favorite low cost/free/local things to do are to walk to the library on fridays after school and sit at my favorite desk on the second floor of the library. I usually spend my time browsing the nonfiction shelves in search for a great novel. Moreover, I enjoy spending my time watching telelevsion with my family. I am currently saving to pay for college. As a result of my father 's medical condition impeding him from working, my mother is forced to take on the burden of financially supporting our family.