When people ask me, “Camille, where are you from?” I answer, without hesitation, “Stockton, California.” Yet, I am not a true “Stocktonian.” Yes, I have resided here for the past five years, but I still regard myself to be a “Moragan.” For eight years, the hills of Moraga, California was a place to call my home.
Since childhood, I never stayed in one place for too long. At the age of five, I left my hometown in the Philippines to live in a new but similar culture in the Middle East. At the age of 13, I left for the United States and, unlike my prior experience, encountered a completely distinct culture. During these travels, I felt an increasing necessity to gain a proficiency in writing and speaking in certain languages, particularly English. As a result, I learned English and its vocabulary and grammatical rules.
It didn 't take long to see how my status as an illegal Latin immigrant would limit my goals. My mother once revealed to me that where one begins their journey is never a hindrance. If anything, it makes them anomalous, animated. And, standing out is good. She would inform me of Latino
I used to have this grudges in my heart when everything go hard that would made me wanted to blame my parent. But I can’t because I was not raise to think that way. When I come to America, I was eleven years old and no one asked me if I wanted to come it just happen in a second. I was in a cold place with extended family that I never met before and that one person who raise me and made me feel secure was still back in the country. I had to lived months without her and next thing you know I adapted and convince myself they are doing this because the wanted the best for me.
I want to start my story before I was even born. My dad came to the United States but my mom was still in the Philippines. Then when I was born in the Philippines, my mom took care of me for five years while my dad was working a minimum wage job in the U.S., trying to earn enough money to send both my mom and I to the United States so we could all have a better life, one where we could prosper more due to the opportunities that the U.S. provides. I grew up going to a public school from kindergarten to 5th grade where I met people of different races. When I was in school being in ESL (English as a Second Language) exposed me to even more people of color such as Mexicans, Middle Eastern people, Turkish people, Latinos, and other Asian people.
I lived in Elizabeth, New Jersey ever since my family and I came here from the Philippines. I now reside in Branchburg, NJ with my husband (David), my three girls (Adriana -9, Elena – 6, Kayla – 3), my in-laws (Maria and Claudio, who will be moving to Florida in 2 years and 5months, but no one is counting), and Kivo, a 6 month old Chihuahua mix puppy. As you can imagine, we have a full, busy and noisy home, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. As far as my education goes, I attended a county college to pursue a career in Respiratory Therapy, however in my last semester in the program, I realized that path wasn’t for me.
I remember spending twelve hours on the airplane without getting any sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about my new life I will face in America. I felt as if time had stopped and I didn't know what to think. After spending nine years in Egypt, I moved to an environment that was totally different from the one I came from. The first day of school came by so quickly, and I remember going to school not knowing anybody or anything.
Dad works two jobs and the older boys each have jobs, while mom stays home with the girls. The Family came to the community ten years ago. They moved to the Midwest from Mexico to be close to family. Spanish is the only language spoken in the home. Mom knows very little English, but dad speaks in both Spanish and English.
I Grew Up Here, And There I grew up as a military brat so being in one place for my whole childhood was not an option. I grew up in the company of my family. Mom 's southern cooking and my brothers ' destructiveness was the community I lived in. Out of all the places I have lived my three favorite are Washington, Florida, and Oklahoma.
Both parents coming from Mexico. I was born in Oaxaca Mexico but my parents moved to Vegas and brought me when I was just two years old . So yes , I was raised in Vegas. Both of my parents are 100% mexican , we?ve been living in different apartments all my life but settled in a house recently the fact that we moved to a house was amazing truly it was because it was a big accomplishment for my parents but I don't go to the same school anymore
This elder man told me today "how this world is I may only be alive for 2 more days". That's sad! I wish more people were leaders than they are followers. In today's world a lot of things and people are getting worse and worse which is going to lead to another war. America vs America!
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.
Growing up in America as a Chinese immigrant, I was puzzled about my identity for quite some time. Was I Chinese, Chinese American, or a Chinese in America? Never had I thought the arrangements between two or three words can be so controversial and disconcert. My life was an empty canvas, depressed and uncommitted. It was tough to not have the same type of name as most of my peers, it was tough to learn English, and it was tough to live with an absence of a true identity.
At the age of 7, I remember calling my parents in America through a crackling phone reception. I was born in America, but I spent the first 9 years of my life, living in India with my grandparents. It was a typical experience for most kids, but I believe growing up as a women in India and America has positively shaped the person I am today. My experience of growing up in both worlds has given me experience in facing adversity, opening up to new cultures and a passion to pursue my education. My first day of school in America was confusing, because in India we stayed in the same class all day but in America students changed classes.