Being completely honest I never had an option on being bilingual. I never had the option of weather or not to absorbing the words of those late night novelas that spilled out of my dimmely brightened living room television, or early morning songs filling the kitchen with Chayanne or Los Tigres del Norte, and I didn’t have a choice on weather I went to Catholic Sunday school where I wrote and recited dozens of prayers by memory. It was never a choice because it was part of me and my culture that could never have been suppressed, and it’s become part of my identity that has opened so many doors just by being able to speak in a different language. Those doors have brightened my future by being able to interact in a larger field that hopefully
