My American Culture

I have told the story of my origin many times, specifically when people ask the simple, “Where are you from?” or the ever famous “What are you?” Whilst a simple a question, I always over complicate the answer. I have never been just one thing. My parents have strong Peruvian roots, born and raised with several generations tracing back to the Incas. However, they moved to Argentina during their young adulthood, where they eventually met through mutual friends and had me. I was raised in Argentina until the ripe age of five. Around that time, my dad had managed to get green cards for my himself, my mother, sister, and I to come to America. My parents somehow decided on settling in New Jersey. My dad flew to America first and after a couple of months, so did my mother, sister, and I. We left behind all our family members, trekking to America hoping to find a brighter future for my sister and me. Ever since, coming here, I have been juggling between my Hispanic culture and this country’s American culture. I try to …show more content…
Some lag in their ambition towards attending church every Sunday, but will follow their religion to the ends of the Earth if need be. I grew up Roman Catholic and spent enough years in Sunday school to receive the sacraments of baptism, confirmation, and the eucharist. Somewhere in middle school, I began analyzing the religion I had grown up with and came to realize that it did not coincide with my personal beliefs. In that moment, I realized that I was an atheist and kept my belief until high school. After a history teacher’s chapel talk on religious beliefs, I came back to analyze what I believed in. I found myself to have more hope than I originally thought and figured out I was agnostic. My beliefs don’t exactly match up with my families’; my parents believe that being agnostic or atheist is not having a religion. Therefore, I put a facade of a Roman Catholic when I am agnostic at