Everyone wants to leave a mark in this world you can’t do that without knowing who you are and where you belong. In this world, there are about one hundred ninety six developing countries as well as people migrating from one country to another it’s hard to know where our origins are from. An individual who was born and raised in a different country than your ancestors, it’s difficult to know your roots. Marcus Gravey once said “A person without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots” (Garvey). Growing up with a culture different from your mother and father it’s difficult you question you as a person and judge your parents. Without appreciating your heritage and being proud of it you don’t know
…show more content…
It was the summer before I started high school, I was mad at my mom and dad for booking the plane ticket before school ended. I was going to miss the last three days of school; I personally wasn’t excited since I would miss my eighth grade graduation. I couldn’t do anything about it since I didn’t have a choice. On May twentieth I boarded the plane to go to India with my family usually I would be excited to board the plane this time I wasn’t based on the fact that it would take almost a day on the plane to reach India that means there is two stopovers and three planes to board. The first flight was from Oklahoma to Chicago it was a two hour ride on a small plane the second was from Chicago to Dubai which was almost sixteen hours long. The plane was vast since it was a long flight I was very excited since there was a TV for each seat on the plane, I watched movies the whole ride and didn’t get a wink of sleep. The last flight was from Dubai to Cochin, Kerala it was about five hours long I was very nervous and excited about this flight since this was the one landing in India. My mom was sitting next to me and I asked “are you nervous”. “She said why should I be nervous I am going home”. I realized at that moment I was going home not on a
It was the summer before I started high school, I was mad at my mom and dad for booking the plane ticket before school ended. I was going to miss the last three days of school; I personally wasn’t excited since I would miss my eighth grade graduation. I couldn’t do anything about it since I didn’t have a choice. On May twentieth I boarded the plane to go to India with my family usually I would be excited to board the plane this time I wasn’t based on the fact that it would take almost a day on the plane to reach India that means there is two stopovers and three planes to board. The first flight was from Oklahoma to Chicago it was a two hour ride on a small plane the second was from Chicago to Dubai which was almost sixteen hours long. The plane was vast since it was a long flight I was very excited since there was a TV for each seat on the plane, I watched movies the whole ride and didn’t get a wink of sleep. The last flight was from Dubai to Cochin, Kerala it was about five hours long I was very nervous and excited about this flight since this was the one landing in India. My mom was sitting next to me and I asked “are you nervous”. “She said why should I be nervous I am going home”. I realized at that moment I was going home not on a